"Soul Dining&Quot; Poem by Munia Khan

He was aware not to swear anything at his life's dinner table
where there was no candle light appearance;
but the presence of requisite silverware to dine on his soul food
seemed to be the only life saver.
After countless negotiations with destined verity,
he resolved to learn to use the spoon of his isolation
(Like a three-year-old adventurous boy
whose mother promised to take him to the zoo,
after finishing his meal, using the spoon)

He began to feel comatose at the table
where his parted mind was struggling
to learn to spell his name from the book of future's fable.
(Like a striver little boy into a nursery classroom whose mind remained at the playground)

His dreams had been forsaken by the lonesome starry nights
for those stars above hated the idea of being asleep while dreaming
They wanted him to be a dreamful awakened;
but the only will he felt inside was to swallow his desire
where being a dreamer was merely a luxury
that his spirit's incapacity could not afford
Yet his heart was a millionaire
aiding its division
celebrating the feast of his dinning soul


Munia Khan©2012