What’s organic? A conscious fare,
Dipping in its natural flare;
Nutrients sheen, from farm fresh,
Touch of hands, stroke of care.
Coercive isn’t as it evolves,
breathe,
As supposed to as an ancient
seed;
If not, still carried such treats,
Since its origin grows, to all
feed.
Alas! Bathed when in the fertilized,
dipped,
Or transmuted texture, rebuilt;
Infertile soil, so remains sheen,
Momentary escape from being barren
sheath.
So, let the scent that always remained,
And what never wrecked or relegate;
Indeed, shalt grown in its
organic taste,
Else quantified book with unfilled
each page. 😊
©
Pranav Chaturvedi 2020