Like a Cinnamon Stick in Biryani

A cinnamon stick –
three inches long –
I serve myself in a plateful of Biryani
for you.

But you,
drenched wet my by smell,
and my paint on the crispy rice,
put me outside the plate,
where I stay alone,
attracting flies,
to be dumped out soon.

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