Finger tips gained much weight,
As it slumbers in stagnant pulse.
Eyes no longer can blink to close the sorrow of empty solace,
While caretakers play the same video for the last decade of existences.
Like an empty glass of wine,
Does he reflect nothing to anyone.
Just a lifeless shell,
They do not see him!
A void without a soul,
and living without a life.
Don't give up on him,
He is aware of people's view of the vegetation.
Consciousness still lurk around the body,
He is not a vegetable!
This story must be reached, and encourage people not to give up on life, so they may come back to our world anew!
Small and full of taste
Something I advise that you not waste
They come in many colours
Green, red, black, brown, white, yellow
There's a type for any guy or fellow
Some taste better and some are better for you
Some are bigger and some are small
Genetics is not fair after all
It isn't about making them all the same
But to appreciate each as they came
Mix with vegetables or eat them plain
Just savour them at a pace that is slow
Because they take a while to grow
Don't ya know
You push me away
A child pushing his plate full of veggies
as far from him as he can
there may be carrots in a carrot cake
but it still tastes sweet
you could accept the fact
that vegetables are good for you
and so too
maybe you could even
learn to like them
maybe you could even
learn to love them
The Flower Sellers
Rushing with their bundles
The Milk Vendors
Cycling with their milk cans
The Newspaper boys
Sorting out their packets
The Morning walkers
Warming up and stretching
Pouring out their teas
The scarfed mill workers
Speeding for their shifts
The vegetable vendors
Carrying their head loads
Flowing from a distant house
The night shift workers
The Municipality workers
Cleaning the streets..
The city is waking up
Or did it ever sleep?
There was never before heard
Such a cacophony
As the day I witnessed
The vegetable medley
'Since you've bean gone'
They blasted out
The runners and broads joined in song
They could have rocked it all night long
But it was Taters turn
They rocked the stage
The veggies went wild
The 'monster mash' was all the rage
Then was petit pois chance to shine
He wowed them with a dance
Then made the broccoli sway and weep
With 'Give peas a chance'
As i lay asleep last night
my mind wondered through the window and out of sight
catching a ride on a passing crow
it went places i’ll never go
Gliding it passed over palms and rivers
swooping under waterfalls left me with shivers
rising on a warm sea breeze high
it watched the golden sun set and with a sigh
Returned begrudgingly to where bedridden i lay
paralysed, a vegetable as they say
They talk, don't listen
Don't listen, for what they say isn't true
Their heartlessness can't break us
It's not your fault
They don't see
What I see in you
Set petty judgments aside
Your value is insurpassable,
Your tenderness against my tongue
Tender, but never too sweet,
No sugar coated lies
Just fresh and raw.
Honest and genuine,
You provide what I need.