The 2-Minute Fiddle Poem by Purnima Manhas

Our country is raging over maggi row
With broken trust
And bitter tongue
With heavy hearts and suspicion
As the Maggi news leak

Of my age, is Maggi today
Together we witnessed
Our growing day by day
From poor to rich,
And Hindu to Muslim
Maggi made it to every kitchen

The two minute noodle
Simply Thrilled,
The first meal youngsters
Proudly Cooked
From kitchen to office
And school to college
Many bites, Maggi survived
And, yet more
We craved

A magic, a delight
Which seemed just alright!
The fancy ads with hearty story
Behind the scenes did we seldom worry
Infants, kids, grownups, adults
Loved equally the unique taste
Some oldies though never ate
And we thought they missed the fate

Later had come
Other brands
Instant noodles
All over stands
Initial tricks led the trials
But it was Maggi that reached the miles
To picnics, to canteens and tourist spots
Maggi continued to fill the hearts
A question often stroke our mind
What’s it there that others can’t find!

Years on years,
Occasions came
When maggi weaved
The stronger tales
It grew to be a common thread
A simple trick bridged distant
The mother’s love
And brother’s fight
A friend’s treat
A kid’s right

Until, Alas!

Until we’ve known
The cruel part
Bitter facts held us apart
Our hearts melted once more
Cried aloud over maggi roar
Seldom did we think
What maggi would bring
Hard to digest, yet it was
The life test it cud'n pass

What still brought another shame
That greed continues to play the game
And Day and night
Here we wonder
That fed India for decades
Cannot calm hunger
Of makers’avarice