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.
