Gustation
ቀን መሽቶ ሌት ይነጋል
አዲስ ገድልም ፋና ይወጋል።
በጸሀይ ዛብያ የምትዞረው መሬት፣
በዑደቷ በምትሰጠን ሐሰተኛ ስሌት፣
የጊዜ ሂደት
ጸሃይ ምድርን የመዞሯ ውጤት
እንደሆነ እያሰብን
እኛም በአቅማችን ምድር በኛ ቅሌት
የምትተዳደር እየመሰለን
ስንሰጥም እንኖራለን በደነቆረ እብሪት።
ታድያ ጎርፍ የሆነው ምድራዊ ምሬት
ጭቃ ጎድሎት ግድግዳው ሰንበሌጥ
ብቻ እንዲሆን አድርገን የገነባነውን ቤት
ሲያፈርስብን በአንድ ስይጣናዊ መቼት
ልባችን ልክ በሌለው ድንጋጤ ይቆማል፣
አዕምሮአችን
አለም ጠፋች በሚል ዜና ይታለላል።
“Taste life fully”
Said a fool that grew up in a pampered state where he got to feast on the best meals. Today is not my usual rhythmic expression of a muse that is often coated with hyperbolic words that reek of grandiosity.
I’ll tell you how tasting life fully ruined my tongue forever.
In my childhood days, my taste buds yearned for all that is sweet and a little bit of umami. I’d indulge in the salty treats, sporadically though, as they have not been readily available. As I aged, I noticed my inclination to adding more sour entities like lime to my breakfast tea. I can’t lie to you, it tasted amazing. My age went up even more and I found myself fully sucking on a lemon whenever my stomach lacked acids that digest all the heavy crap I sometimes find myself indulging in. Then slowly, I started incorporating the bitter taste of coffee into my daily routine as I lacked the wakefulness I once had in the days I was forced to take naps. Then even more slowly, the pungent taste of alcohol became a formality. The pain the alcohol brought me later on made me turn towards an even more bitter taste in the form of the pills that relieve it. All these substances have now become the reason I only consume food as a necessity and not for enjoyment. Such is the adult life. Some say it’s the murder of gluttony, a favorable outcome, but for me, it’s just another brand of the indifference to the beauty life offers. What on Earth have I become?
ቀን መሽቶ ሌት ይነጋል
አዲስ ገድልም ፋና ይወጋል።
በጸሀይ ዛብያ የምትዞረው መሬት፣
በዑደቷ በምትሰጠን ሐሰተኛ ስሌት፣
የጊዜ ሂደት
ጸሃይ ምድርን የመዞሯ ውጤት
እንደሆነ እያሰብን
እኛም በአቅማችን ምድር በኛ ቅሌት
የምትተዳደር እየመሰለን
ስንሰጥም እንኖራለን በደነቆረ እብሪት።
ታድያ ጎርፍ የሆነው ምድራዊ ምሬት
ጭቃ ጎድሎት ግድግዳው ሰንበሌጥ
ብቻ እንዲሆን አድርገን የገነባነውን ቤት
ሲያፈርስብን በአንድ ስይጣናዊ መቼት
ልባችን ልክ በሌለው ድንጋጤ ይቆማል፣
አዕምሮአችን
አለም ጠፋች በሚል ዜና ይታለላል።
“Taste life fully”
Said a fool that grew up in a pampered state where he got to feast on the best meals. Today is not my usual rhythmic expression of a muse that is often coated with hyperbolic words that reek of grandiosity.
I’ll tell you how tasting life fully ruined my tongue forever.
In my childhood days, my taste buds yearned for all that is sweet and a little bit of umami. I’d indulge in the salty treats, sporadically though, as they have not been readily available. As I aged, I noticed my inclination to adding more sour entities like lime to my breakfast tea. I can’t lie to you, it tasted amazing. My age went up even more and I found myself fully sucking on a lemon whenever my stomach lacked acids that digest all the heavy crap I sometimes find myself indulging in. Then slowly, I started incorporating the bitter taste of coffee into my daily routine as I lacked the wakefulness I once had in the days I was forced to take naps. Then even more slowly, the pungent taste of alcohol became a formality. The pain the alcohol brought me later on made me turn towards an even more bitter taste in the form of the pills that relieve it. All these substances have now become the reason I only consume food as a necessity and not for enjoyment. Such is the adult life. Some say it’s the murder of gluttony, a favorable outcome, but for me, it’s just another brand of the indifference to the beauty life offers. What on Earth have I become?