Famished..

Why do I shiver,
Even during warmth.
Why do I heat up,
Even during winter.
The wait is prolonged,
The hunger is hunting.
The crowd is thin,
Yet I am searching.
Grief comes in between,
Of loss and irony both.
I am afraid yet composed,
For the morsel of life.
My family comes first,
Then friends do come.
I am yet far away,
For I am famished and alone.
As breath escapes from me,
I recount my moments of bliss.
With memories and love,
I lie down,totally dismissed.