Brinjal

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,

Displaying fullness.

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.