What I take in me is Edible

It could be a resonating thought

Or knowledge I want to aquire

Or a memory that bring a smile


Praises are always edible

Food that appeals to the eye

Inspires , adds to your true growth


Meat isn’t edible

For the body nor the soul

Its nothing but a dead body on a platter

And makes you scatter


Hatred isnt edible

It like self murder

Vices were never


Add a filter

To each passing thought

To each morsel you take

Keep only the pure

Stop containing the rest.

The Daily Post : Edible


Author: Preeti S. Manaktala

A Montessorian with a dream of opening a school which would nurtures young minds. A mother who believes in creating good memories for her children. A writer who is on a beautiful unknown path to write some heart felt stuff. A learner and a seeker. Writing makes me happy and gives my thoughts a voice. Taking baby steps towards something very wonderful and beautiful ahead.. 😊

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