Lunch-Time Politics - Poem by Ramesh Iyengar
Your dining plate tells your race.
Your food menu tells your identity.
You are herbivorous, carnivorous, or rather Omnivorous.
Strange that men are divided on menu basis.
Manu made Manu sastra.
Our menu tells Menu Sastra.
A veggie eater is orthodox.
A beef –eater is rash and heartless (coz’ he eats cows) .
So, they say.
Every creature is on dining table. (except ants and lizards) .
Curd-rice eaters walk behind Buddha. Buddha was a Sadhu.
A land of Buddhas and beef-eaters.
Lamb-eaters have a cult.
Well, how to group Pizza, Burger, doughnut, KFC-maniacs?
A supper plate groups people into clans ! ? ! !
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