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Aida Muhammad Poem
FOOD FOR THE SOUL!!!
Food, is it when the of a Man is inserted into the of a Woman, with the moist release from the longing loins of the Bodies, aching to meet for that, satisfaction. Is that Food?
Food to the Soul.
Food, is it the legumes that are cooked together, in that old beaten steel pot of on a cook stove, served for Man to eat? It consumed with the anticipation of Satisfaction. Is that Food?
Food for the Soul?
Food, when she reads that book, out of boredom or not, hoping to gain something, she knows not what? From feed the Brain with serotonin? Did she understand? Is that Food?
Food for the Soul?
Food, is that when He hears the Call to Prayer, he hastens to perform his ablution. His prayer has started even before he stands behind the cleric. He is aching to worship for God to answer his Prayers, his heart, his intent, his wishes be heard. His soul is crying out to God to accept his Prayer; In anticipation he hopes. Is that Food?
Food for the Soul?
Food, is that when a heart is broken, and it is hurt with the thought the soul is torn apart, with tears, wrenching tears from deep within, sometimes in stifling sounds in the mids of the vold night.. She wakes up with something that she can best describe as a feeling perhaps, relief. Is that food?
Food for the Soul?
Food, is that when time has met with yearnings for wanting that Partner. To start a journey with the right one. He searches every, “nook and crany”. He tries with his all but, in his soul that his rob be completed.. Wedding Day is all his thoughts. Is that Food?
Food for the Soul?
Food, is that when a Baby born, just barely a month old is yelling so much, a Mother in despair does not know what is wrong. She tries every mothering instinct she has been told. The Baby won’t stop yelling, she feeds the Baby milk from her raw, aching breasts. The Baby won’t stop yelling. She cuddles and rocks the Baby, perhaps sleep has come, the Baby won’t stop Yelling. She steps on the patio, thinking it’s time to visit the Doctor’s. Suddenly, there is silence. Mother looks over her Shoulder, there across the road, a Puppy is sat. Beautiful Silence…. Is that Food?
Food for the Soul?
Copyright © Aida Muhammad | Year Posted 2025
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