The rotund brinjal went to the kitchen
With all the pride of an egotist.
A firm green stem atop,
And a matte-purple bottom,
Resembling the sketch of humpty-dumpty.
Ignorant about hitting its pyre
It seethed with life,
Soon- its heart, pierced, and body burnt
Shedding tears, ego shrouded
Skin wrinkling, fullness shrinking.
Hissing with hesitation, the fat vegetable cried even more
The firm green stem remained
Only as a grip to strip the vegetable.
In all its famished benevolence,
Brinjal dear was soon food for the egotist human.