This is the fourth poem in a series of poems that explore what the commonplace objects in a student’s life would say if they underwent an Enid Blyton-esque change overnight, and could speak. This has been written in the form of a Sonnet (sort of).
If the Maggi we buy at the grocery store
Could speak to us in our tongue,
We would hear the tales of munchies and more –
It would have to develop some lungs;
We would be regaled by alimentary folklore
While microwaving our midnight snack,
About how torn packets lay galore
And Maggi was eaten raw (Life Hack);
I can almost hear the tinge of pride
With which it would talk about
Surfing the tumultuous noodle tides,
Cruising beside Ramen, charting new-routes;
It’s made a comeback, that’s for sure,
Whether Oats, Atta, or Extra Masala – You can’t resist the lure.
