One Spice Poem by Kassem Oude

Better to taste one only spice
That you used to in early time
Stay addicted to with your rice
You'd be eager in every clime

Not all savors fit your tongue
Some too salty others strong
Once you feel pleased among
Many folds sickness slaps along

Like gambler is chaser of tastes
You burn inside gathering once
To lose at last all your estates
Contrition fills in your balance

Many spices may rot the foods
That poison both body and soul
Like old open cans to reek rude
On dump hill are no one's goal

Knowledge is worth searching for
It feeds mind makes the heart big
Brings delight and esteem encore
Glory in life and shoots sheer twig.

Kassem Oude
On October 23,2015