The Humble Vegetable Stew (Sambar)

 The Humble Vegetable Stew (Sambar)

Yellow and white,

With all that is bright,

Came to a fight,

An insane show of might,

Fell into a vessel,

That invoked their inner weasel,

Someone poured in some hot soup,

Scared they ran in an infinite loop,

Many more ingredients landed in the cauldron,

Swimming together, all made quite a din,

Unsure of what is in store next,

Each settled in an area fixed,

A ladle enters the broth,

Over the floats that are clearly vexed,

Bobbing up and down perplexed,

Outcome the lucky few, hiding under the froth.