The Golden Onion Poem by Sasikala Kamandula

Onion the golden
A simple man’s banyan,
Now shows off rich vain splashing poison.
This Golden Maiden
Dances on the poor’s staid mein!
We see no caravan that demands its fall in;
And voice of mine doth better none.

The priest brings us the newly wed couple
And enquires in his glee tone usual,
'See there Holy Arundhati in the sky,
Beside the seven stars up so high? '

I, the blabber cat quoth what I see –
'Seven brinjals and an onion free';
The baffled poor rat took to flee.