Mock Epic: The Odyssey Of Instant Noodles Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O Kettle, boiling cauldron of destiny,
Of Heroes who dare the epic preparation of Instant Noodles,
A task seemingly humble, yet fraught with peril,
Where mortal skill must wrestle chaos from simplicity.
Behold the Mortal, packet trembling in hand,
Eyes scanning instructions like sacred runes:
"Boil water, pour, wait three minutes, stir thrice—
Add seasoning, savor, consume, glory awaits."
The Stove roars like a dragon awakened,
Steam rising in clouds, misting mortal vision.
The Hero measures water with precision worthy of alchemy,
Pours it over brittle strands of wheat and spice,
And watches as they swell, twist, and tangle like serpents.
The seasoning packet lies in ambush,
A sachet of power both potent and treacherous.
One misstep—too much, too little—
And the balance of flavor is shattered, chaos reigns.
Time stretches. Three minutes feel like centuries,
As the Hero stirs, sweat upon the brow,
Listening to the hiss of boiling waters,
Feeling the destiny of dinner hinge on this moment.
At last, triumph! The noodles yield, perfect, al dente,
Seasoning mingled with mastery, steam rising like victory banners.
The Hero slurps, victorious, the humble meal transformed,
A feast of glory from the smallest of quests.
Thus ends the epic of Instant Noodles,
Where mortal patience, skill, and courage are tested,
And even the simplest meal becomes legend,
Immortalized in the annals of Hunger, Heroism, and Culinary Valor.