Serving in abundance

I felt embarrassed
Starving with hunger so less
Then with God's grace
In the first place
What I guess
The food was fresh
Arranged in showcase
With hunger that I trace
& then the name I embraced
As stomach wasn't full of space.

It was just half empty
But Contents were in plenty
I was trying to find
Food for starving mind
That I can fill
As mental meal
So as I can serve
Through my mental nerve
With proper allocation
Through all possible vibration
Merging in cognition
Of stored information.

So as I can conceive
So as I can receive
So as I can feed
With all I need
Mounting my bucket
Poring to my pocket
Serving me in affluence
With my thoughts influence.