Never In This Mood Poem by Naveed Akram

Never in this mood do we spend money,
Gold will descend and fill your heart with riches;
But the anguish of a motherly woman is great,
That the feet and hands succumb to play.
The food of the tongue offered by some is solid,
Dawn soon approaches, night recedes like
The sea at night under the smiling moon.
The moon is the diamond in the eye,
The moon is not to be worshipped by some
Who delve into wisdom and triumphant tomes.
Indulge in food then, indulge in crumbs of discourse,
The speech of the food is a solid structure.
My pond is a mood of the water and all these waves
Differ, like the dukes and duchesses of a lake.