Cucumber – Escape From Packing Industry

The escape of the cucumber

Don’t judge me
I’m loaded
In defense
I stay guarded

There’s war in the horizon
A harvesting spree
An escapee, charged with treason
I just long to be free

These vines will shackle no more
I was born independent
Not a body wrapped in plastic, your
Salad’s green content

Beware the industry
Reaping the rewards
Of earth’s artistry
A guard is running towards
Me, clingfilm in hand
I’ve escaped the belt conveyor
Away from moneyland
To inspire every cucumber
That ambitions are not bland

Poem and Drawing by S. Rasa Rasika.

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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