Pankajam Kottarath

Onion - Poem by Pankajam Kottarath

Peel after peel,
the pale onions, as I unpeel
jogging my recall to an epic tale
my eyes wear a wet veil
Now I can’t even let
their skin to leave.

As the wife of Pandavas,
was pulled and hauled,
slandered in the open hall,
Lord Krishna heard her prayers
and rescued her.

I don’t know to which Lord to pray
to rescue the common man,
bring back the soaring prices
from the sky to the earth;
as they may abet their stake
in toppling the rulers,
in which currently
onions seem to have the last word.

Topic(s) of this poem: political

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 9, 2015

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