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HUNGER may kill us before COVID-19 in 2020

The most lively and embellish plant Earth is fighting against the menacing infectious COVID-19. 

Wistfully, my country India is under the darkest thick clouds of poorest fear hunger along with the COVID-19. Nearly 25% of the country's population is believed to be below poverty line and are in a panic situation and thought, HUNGER may kill us before COVID-19 in 2020.

The current Modi Gov as always  right on their toes took a sudden decision and enforced lockdown to halt the spread of the coronavirus outbreak. All the outdoor activities of the public have been completely restricted and are locked to indoors. However, for many daily-wage earners this is not an option. Their stomach and so their families are completely dependent upon the daily earnings. No human and no Gov on this earth can reach out to the 25% of the country's population on daily basis and serve two meals a day. 
The hunger is roaring soundless and there is rarely an ear or a helping hand to this biggest hungriness. As, all the attention, ears, eyes, hands and minds are busily drawn towards social media, social networking, television, Netflix, various mega medias, etc.
Is hunger more dangerous or the coronavirus; is extremely difficult to answer?

I welcome your practical and realistic thoughts and inputs on this.
Thanks 
Jairam Kshirasagar

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