The buzzing popcorns tussled and locked horns,
They sang a burning song with a voice full of thorns.
The warmth of their flavor was surrounding, it was airborne,
Some were ripened and some looked unborn.
The seller put a price on their heads, they were ready to be sold,
They had to give up on their beds, the anxiety was uncontrolled.
Their pungent smell reduced their lives,
“Hello” said the consumer’s plates, “Bye” said their hives.
– Muzaffar Ahmed