Farm fresh is best!

Ever heard of vegetables,

Bringing smiles!

Yes, they do,

When we come across,

Farm fresh vegetables,

Loads and loads,

Of colourful fresh ones,

Because in cities like ours,

Farm fresh is rare.

Farm fresh is best,

Because the vegetables,

Are juicier,

And tastier,

And same with the leafy ones,

Shiny, crispy, soft and un-wilted,

They all look and taste,

Majestic and matchless,

In salads,

And curries!

But then who doesn’t love,

Farm fresh vegetables,

They are superlative,

Lucky are those,

Who can grow vegetables,

For themselves,

Or have access,

To fresh vegetables.

We here in a city,

At times go out of the city,

To the outskirts,

To buy fresh vegetables,

From the growers,

Who sell their produce,

Along the highways,

But this too is becoming difficult,

As the city grows,

And pushes the growers,

Far away from us,

Bringing more middlemen,

Into the vegetable trade,

Causing delays as usual,

And more exposure to sun,

And bad environment,

Bringing the quality downwards,

And the price skywards.