It has been long since I last wrote a poem,
I hope I found its pen!

I feel like a god,
Even though I’m not one.
I feel I can go forever without a meal,
Could this be possible?
But of a surety, my life would end,
That would be the day I fail to feed my eyes.
My eyes have taken over the duty of my mouth,
Only a specific delicacy I enjoy.
I’m satisfied with this meal,
I don’t pray I go a day without eating.
My mouth had better gone dry,
A mere passage to my stomach.
You are my indispensable daily meal,
The one who powers my heart.
It has been a long time…



