I Was Laid...

I was laid in the heart

Of soil, sprouting myself

To evolve in to be a matured

One to give taste and spice and nourish the existence

With nutrients, to build 

The muscles of life,

I sometimes was left to be rotten in a desire to devour non-vegetarian,

I might smell soft and doesn't find tickling buds of taste,

But I'm not considered to be waste

As I'm filled with the purity of sublime freshness

That facilitates growth spiritually,

The mind becomes pure

With thoughts remain impure

I tend to give the essence of holistic beauty

And give a sense of clarity.