In Onion Poem by Gajanan Mishra

In onion,
You can find nothing
You can also find everything
In this onion.
And it is onion
That can save you
From summer.
Keep an onion
And go
Under hot-sun.
Feel no sun-stroke
And it is onion,
What you feel
In the price-rise
Tell everybody here
At this time
Openly, my dear.
Onion is yours
The land on which
Onion grows is yours
The administration
Who controls
Everything including price
Is also yours.
You have every right
To say right thing
For welfare of others
And to save onion
That is at this time
Going unreachable.