It was a shiny day,
when that poor farmer buried me
in the moist clay;
I was so tiny and weak,
but was determined to get what I seek.
Laying there in that dark seat,
I recollected those faces;
playing on the street.
with hungry stomach and curious eyes,
they roamed and searched;
and searched those bins,
for the chunks of food they can gather;
to keep their body and soul together.
Suddenly there was a flash,
and I saw me growing out of that trash;
I grew and grew, starting from my birth,
to a healthy plant of girth.
I was so proud to see,
those bold grains on me;
and I rejoiced thinking,
I would now be able to fill those bellies
which are striving without me.
But Alas!
You human, you noble creatures of God,
you dumped me;
from your over boarded dining,
to this stinking dustbins.
You left me uncared,
in those improper storages;
where among rodents I was shared.
You greedy women and men,
you can't see their pain;
you can't realise their hunger,
for you are blessed to have a burger.
But the day you waste a grain,
you should feed this into your brain;
you are a criminal,
a criminal of the nature,
whose resources I used to grow;
of those who have lived,
if you stopped your habit to throw.
A criminal of those,
who produced me;
for you made their efforts to go in vain.
Of those hungry stomach,
for I would have soothed their pain.
You noble humans,
with all your positions and vanity;
you are a criminal,
and its the crime against humanity!
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