For in the realm of Hunger, the world is prosaic: The Full Moon appears to be a scorched ‘Roti’. - A verse from হে মহাজীবন O Great life- poem by Sukanta Bhattacharya (1926-1947) A poet from West Bengal. Hunger and beauty do not sit under the same roof. The hungry one, the homeless one, do not swim in the sea of imagination, beauty on the night of the full moon. All they have in mind is hunger. To them, the full moon is a ‘Jhalsana’-burnt out- ‘Roti’- Round shaped Indian bread.