Have you seen it broken, by a big fist
Either on the top of a cot's leg.
Or smashed on a stone, sprinkling juice.
Eyes and nose run together
Peel it layer by layer and eat it with skimmed milk,
With ‘naghan', ‘doadai' and ‘gadalai'.
Cut it down and serves as ready salad, in the ‘Subway'
Place it alongside black olives,
And enjoy it as if having eaten with native dough.
On travel, smell it for sickness,
In the ‘Burger King', invite friend for a luncheon,
Instead of potato, onion rings, -feel happy
A dietitian's recipe. Fry it in rich oil, by fire,
Add to the ‘curry', and smell like one.
‘You eat it and the neighbor too'
Some say eat its seed a few grains
Cure heart and diabetes, and after warming it
Place it on cracked skin, and it is softened.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
May 19,2014.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the onion has a number of uses in each and every culture.well written Sadiqullah