WHITE POISON
Many a food have I consumed with joy of soul
And always craved, to date, for their each bit,
And always craved, to date, for their each bit,
For they are charged with sugar; search the whole
Can any earthly good equal their merit?
The name is sugar, the very Soul of Taste!
And bereft of Soul a food ain't food;
And I've not left a day to go to waste
By not having any sugary good...
But little did I know that sugar kills
And its fatal bites no cure can thwart;
And I've begun the countdown, as it drills
Me -- my kidneys, eyes, each vessel, heart...
And I do warn you all ere my last breath,
That D for Diabetes, D for Death.
©️ N P Samal
Very nice poem sir...👍
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jitali 🙏
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