Food For Hungry Mind

Food For Hungry Mind short poem

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Human bodies hang in air,
thrive on light and air,
bloom as crops of soil and water,
still need tools to sustain here.

All souls desire strength to sustain,
to harvest crop, to build home.
We get speed to roam around,
hearts still hanker for some food.

A smile is a delicious warm dish,
sincere praise- a bouquet of fruits,
patient hearing, help in need
act as nectar of amaranths.

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Brought up at the lap of nature, traveled around thousand miles for bread and butter but finally returned to poetry, my boyhood love.
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