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Tapas Roy / Hungry Hand Between The Jaws Trampling down the mourning map of the beggars' Country the hungry destitutes crowd around the prestigious wedding pandal as the flood-strickens to a relief centre. Their rage-red eyes like that of Saint Durvasa ravenously oscillate from the pandal and to the dustbin — the garbage of the distinctive invitees while thrown there beside the dogs. As if the cruel cyclone of Andhra mercilessly reigns in the starving intestine of the wretches One of their hungry hands is penetrated deeply in between the ferocious jaws of the cur and the other is awfully engaged in search of democracy. If they would have relished in reality the ever longing burnt bread to be the fulgent moon, their presently frustrated walnut-eyes would not rush in to the dustbin. Along with the greedy carnivora the personified hunger craves for - the instinctive element in the callous cartilage of the left meat. The feeble climbing fish of survival is yet alive in the shallow watertub of breast of the utterly hungry souls. Some drak invisible hands perhaps are dreadfully devouring the democracy. 8