Plight

Hello! Here is one more poem by me

Plight

Oh no! It’s the veggie’s plight
When they are plucked to make us a tasty delight
And taken are baskets to the big markets
And sold to satisfy our appetites

Dear! it is the flower’s plight
When they are plight without any of our might
And women love to wear them in their plaits
Where they sit trapped bound tight

And then ouch! It’s the chicken’s plight
While they are plucked for our diet
And cut up (ugh!) for their meat,
Which many eat ignoring their plight

All their cries and pleas are shunned
And we harm them even if not for fun
They are all living things, just like us
Poor things but what can be done

Hope you liked it. kindly comment on them.

-Rupashri