Poetry

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What is that you see?
How do you foresee?
Is God’s goodness acknowledged?
Or, is it being taken for granted?

It is a struggle to face the morning
To start all over from the beginning
Occupied with domestic or other chores
Depression dissolves us like melting metal ores

My whole being is dried up now
My taste buds are weary you know
There’s nothing but this common food
I am bored of this manna although it’s good

Like pastry prepared with oil
Everyday, it’s picked up from the soil
This food tastes like wafers dipped in honey
I collect this without paying money

Earlier, from Nile fishes I had caught
For a nourishing meal I had fought
Memories of the fish I ate greedily
Appear as soul stirring thoughts now truly

Plenty of melons, onions and cucumbers
With leeks and garlic offering sweet slumbers
Here in this wilderness there are no climbers
My heart yearns for delicacies in secret chambers

Do you want wafers in peace?
Or, prefer variety like a meat piece
Contentment with godliness
Is great gain and never ever less
Those with this virtue never lack
God’s goodness in their sack.

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