Cuke Speak

"So, you want me

To exhibit my most precious

Cadmium-yellow flowers

Both male and female

And

The nascent newly born

Little Christmas-lights-like

Pickling cucumbers;

That’s what you guys call ‘em.

For me both the flowers and little fruits -

They’re all my lovely children.

No, I won’t display them

Like the modern selfie-Facebook-Twitter

Addicted self-absorbed brazen

Loud-mouthed parents;

Always gasping for more attention

And self-promotion.

We are what we are

Nature’s simple, yet ingenious botanical inventions

Passed down through the ages.

Of course, with the help of 

Good-hearted gardeners and farmers.

We always hide our children

Behind the doors, windows of cool bristly green leaves

Hind the Venetian blinds, so to speak

Away from the casual onlookers

We’d only reveal ourselves to 

Our kind grower and the 

Benevolent creator. No, we’re not

Solely meant 

For your stomach nor for your Mason pickling jar prisons.

We are part of a greater scheme,

Ask your enlightened

Buddha, the realized Sri Ramana

Or a biologist like Dr. Khorana” (Copyright 2021 by the author)