The poem follows the anguish that a poet feels about those who waste food. They do not realise the perils that people face in order to obtain the necessary nourishment.
YOU DUMP the food as waste.
Bcoz you don’t like its taste.
You’ll never know the price of food.
Bcoz you never been in a situation, where the meal is essential not mood.
The person who knows the real price,
Works hard to get the rice.
Ask the laborer who works hard the whole day,
Then gets a little bit of food as a pay.
Ask the clerk who is supports his 8-member family,
In just three thousand rupees only.
Ask the child who begs a whole day in torn clothes,
Then hardly gets a bit of toast.
Ask the mother who shares her food with her child,
Whether her child is healthy, disabled or blind.
So respect this expensive wheat powder,
It will make you stronger, taller and sharper.