Brinjal: Queen Of Greens Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Debates, disputes if or not fair,
And controversies amidst spats and dins,
Let them annoy with shallow air,
Thanks to them I'm in galaxy of greens.

Way back I was a faceless girl,
A brown as if amidst fair skin,
Despite my crown, its crusty twirl,
I looked in awe with silly grin.

Remained for long a lowly brown,
Proud eggplants, nor swanky aubergines,
People looked down ‘pon me to frown,
What with my well-heeled pool of genes.

My plush beauty was passed over,
The lustre of my skin so smooth,
My chic classy curvy contour,
Be called a poor man's dish— my truth.

In hard times turning harsher still,
I acted pricey nor yet rare,
And all over I was a steal,
Nor learnt art of times nor false air.

But now arrived have I, if late,
For which GM squabble I thank,
Everyone gets his hour of date
From nobody be above rank.

From rank and file be versatile,
Of varied shade and size and shape
And a knack to go extra mile,
And win winner's logo to drape.
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Controversies generate faster than bacteria. But thanks to controversy on genetically modified (GM)foods that poor old brinjal has acquired some prominence. The poem is cast in the words of Brinjal.
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Happenings | 01.03.10