Onion – Don’t cry for me

Onion tears

The bud within the bulb
Emerges from down below
Not a spud, just a ball
Of vein, volumes of sorrow

But no more tears
Out springs the shoot
Undoing the layers
A personality to boot

I’m no misery tree
No weeping willow
I’m a glorious shrub
Don’t ruffle my feathers
Just let me be
A fabulous fellow
Don’t criticise my garb
I’m not one for trousers

Thus spake the onion
Non-binary the least
Life then goes on
For this beautiful beast

By S. Rasa Rasika
Image: Finger drawn by Rasa Rasika on Iphone.

Sittam Param

Writer, poet, dramatist and former journalist. I have passion for art in all its forms hence my involvement in this portal.

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