Our pride
Is our luscious dish
We make it more spicy,
more pungent
No compromise
with taste, never
It was there
Caping off
What we wore,
Shared and
What we exposed
To the world
Everything was trash
In the gutter
And our ego
Floated like a straw
On the surface
Designed by it
Nature is never revengeful
And jealous of anything
It rather teaches us a lesson
And wants us
To redress our deeds....