I am someone made out of pure milk and ghee
that to someone special, a patron used to give me.
It used to make the meeting so very memorable
as I also was equally tasty and irresistible.
Though by eating me, hunger wouldn’t appease
atleast by giving it to her, the boy would try to please.
It was symbolic of almost, of theirs, every meet
so that the mood would remain for them, upbeat.
At times, the girl would break me into two
taking one for him, the other she would chew.
Slowly and steadily, it would, in the mouth, dissolve
and feelings for each other, would slowly evolve.
Though I wasn’t something great to make as a purchase
for quite a long time, this went on as a craze.
My size, like any other, was really trivial and small
but apparently, atleast it made each other, in love, to fall.
Anyways, now, a real long time it has been
that to purchase me ,the boy I’ve seen.
Maybe one more time, to her, if he were to offer
differences of opinion they had, may turn out to be better.
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