Sonnet: When Food Turns One's Poison… Poem by Dr John Celes

When food becomes a kind of poison stuff,
Then bliss in life appears to vanish fast;
The people think that you tell them a bluff,
Although enjoyment turns, a thing of past.

The tongue is home to buds of taste all kinds;
The palate yearns for dainty dishes still;
Diseases come in life bringing down blinds;
The mask of face is off as you are ill.

If you can't eat the queen of fruits - mangoes,
And brinjals, eggs and meat or drink wine too,
Life's enchantment replaced by only woes,
Can hurt the heart, and things well, man can't do.

Most live to eat until their frame is weak,
And eat to live when hardly they can speak.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 19-06-2017