I want to write a poem.
One that would satiate the hunger
and thirst of the needy.
Be it for a plate of rice,
a glass of milk, or a person to love
or be loved and accepted by.
But it seems difficult, impossible!
Can mere words fulfil my hunger?
Such a poem needs a wonder.
"A wonder! Ah! I found the answer."
I close my eyes and fold my palms
in a pranaam in reverence,
chanting mere words with love,
audible to the universe,
"I utter, for everyone, a prayer."