People Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

Each of us is like an onion
Layers below layers below layers
Tears flow with the peeling
Of each of the successive layer

But each layer part of the whole
On its own cannot stand alone
Each layer containing the essence
Of the substance making up the whole

Some white, some pink, some red
Some soft, some medium, some hard
They come in a variety of flavours
To present a range of choices

No matter which one you choose
It is wise to always remember
There are layers upon layers upon layers
Better not to peel them if you care