A Veggie Crying in the Canteen dustbin

A Vegetable I was, now lying beside a Bone
Plucked from a field amidst an arid zone
Cried I then, bading goodbye to my Brothers
Many of who were small little Flowers

From Villages to Cities to Streets to a Corporate
Landed in a place, where Humans hardly ate
Here Waste is paramount - an Appetite Famine
Saw some of my seniors in a nearby dustbin

A Rich lad Chewed and threw me below
Said he - "I don't have any "mood" to swallow"!
While beggars outside fight for half of me
An Irony - How different can two stomachs be?

Wish I could warn my friends in the field
"t'is okay to be half-eaten by a sparrow's beak"
'nstead of rotting in a bin, with fungi on your cheek"