Food is Lovely
I pinpointed a mystifying object,
It was like a red tomato, many,
Inside the juice smelt sick-making
As nauseous as oranges that rotted.
I want more coffee, more errands to the shop,
It makes my lungs blissful, my head clear,
As undisturbed as a heavenly maiden,
Oh my! The list of benefits goes on.
Just too much juice is useful,
I am finding it helpful to drive other smells,
Maybe I cook and others do not,
Just so that I consume the cuisine.
poem by Naveed Akram
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