
Onions
I also cry as I make people cry
I’ve got secrets wrapped around me
In layers like wrappers
Sometimes white some other times
Violet and Red
I know the soil
I took my roots in the earth
The worms, the live minerals, the choclolate
Soil my Home
As I got uprooted I found my new home in
The womb filled with million microbes
And I cry over human stupidity
That they forget that we always reach home.