Two corns out of a fist,
met in the swamp of butter;
they spoke and the heat was on…
but it wasn’t long till their connection popped.
They popped and were hit,
the hard hot vessel tried all it’s bit.
It tried to part them away
and beat them against the lid.
Some burnt and some made it,
but they found their way out,
beating the might of it.
Were paid to watch the movies;
but feared to go into different boxes:
Changing boxes…
Oh, that is not allowed here.
Even if together,
the trouble is not over yet:
These deshaped ones still had a fear,
they will part when time comes
and the box will be clear.
Oh they won’t be alone,
wait for what is to come.
They are taken with a drink,
Often hard to handle,
They come in combos and plans,
They don’t get to plan for it.
When all three come together:
There will be a pop and a swirl
and the butter would be the only thing missing.
Oh their journey was short,
Usually insignificant to eyes…
But look at yourself
and then look at the popcorn. Then ENJOY!
-Mohit V
poetry 