The Night Of Food Poem by Naveed Akram

The night will speed its course through the heavens,
The day obscurely contains a registry of names that decay.
The nights foretell their energies, the days predict the entities,
We are in years of contrast and country, years of ghouls and ogres.

This life is full of wishes in the pipes of eternity, of eternal challenge,
We are the monthly rigours of sayings and doings, pleasures
That struck me in the stomach more than food, more than drink;
This was fasting, this was worshipping, my energy is containing.

The wine has been drunk by the cups of genius, the bowls of design,
Our bowels bought the prize of a thousand nights and days,
Food has been gallant, food has been brave like the courageous folk,
Who talent themselves in sin and pleasures too far-fetched.