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Chocolate and Me...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 53; the fifty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Soulmates: Love without ownership by Vinit K Bansal. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

One fine morning, when the sun was bright;
I was craving for chocolate, straight from night.
I ran to my mother, jumped and gave her kiss,
She gave me my chocolate as she promised.
I was holding it tight, like the rat in eagle’s claw,
Enjoying it thoroughly which my brother had saw.
He came with a report card, pretending to whine,
Said he’ll give me a bigger one, if I got it signed.
I made my way toward the terrace for solace,
After giving him my best ‘Do you think I’m stupid face’?
I wave a pretentious hello to my despicable neighbor,
Smiling at him, is itself a big favor.
Besides failing a hundred times, he offered this time straight,
‘I’ll shower you with chocolate if you’ll agree for a date.’
Feeling disgusted by his shoddy words,
Shivered for a while, with everything I heard.
I pack my chocolate along with my books,
School will be better to enjoy, as of now it looks.
Opening my lunch box, eyes themselves shone,
A classmate came running, disturbing my comfort zone.
He saw the chocolate and knew how much it I adore,
Begged me for assignment, promised to bring more.
On the way back home, I was hopping and singing,
Just eating my chocolate, no one was pinging.
There came an acquaintance, offering me ride,
 ‘I’ll buy you more from the shop on other side.’
I refused with a fake smile, saying I can manage,
Knew he wanted nothing, but to take advantage.
Threw my bag away, hiding face in my pillow,
How can a fish breath, in a sea so shallow?
Holding my chocolate still in my hand,
Happiness has disappeared which whole day I pretend.
‘You are not my weakness, that everyone tries to use,
Leaving you for those idiots, I solely refuse.’
Wiping my tear away, I ate the last bite,
‘You are a necessary ingredient, for my soul’s diet.’
A girl with a chocolate is not always approachable,
She might be innocent, may be in some ancient fable.
Don’t try to buy her at this silly cost,
Sense of security is something she needs the most. 
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  1. Is this a poem or a story? Whatever it is, its too good!
    I too had a friend by your name who used to works Wipro.. I am not in touch with her but the writings do remind me of her! God Bless! Take care!

  2. This is too good a writing...absolutely loved it.

  3. Enjoyed it and loved it

    "A girl with a chocolate is not always approachable" ..... too good

  4. Really good one. Best of luck.

  5. This poem is so touching!

    "You are not my weakness, that everyone tries to use"
    "You are a necessary ingredient, for my soul’s diet."
    |A girl with a chocolate is not always approachable"

    Wow! Wow! What a fantastic story said in verses. Absolutely loved it!


  6. an authentic message is lying in this beautiful poem, you can't take advantage of a woman by luring her with chocolates,expensive phones or money as some believed in country while debating a myth 'Love Jihad' , loved this composition

    My Blog-A-Ton Entry Raju's Chocolate

  7. Aayu,

    It is not always for a "Chocolate". You have expressed it beautifully. Loved it so much :) All the best for BAT!

    Someone is Special - Life is a Chocolate

  8. "A girl with a chocolate is not always approachable"
    Loved it :-)

  9. Very well written wherein chocolate becomes a crafty tool by which every single person tries to lure innocence. Even the best of things in the world can be misused. Your message is conveyed through the poem.

  10. Appreciated the way you beautifully inculcated the innocence (chocolate) while conveying such grievous issue.....I really liked the writings of these four lines....they are moving, emotional, strong...comprises all emotions of your writing.
    " ‘You are not my weakness, that everyone tries to use,
    Leaving you for those idiots, I solely refuse.’
    Wiping my tear away, I ate the last bite,
    ‘You are a necessary ingredient, for my soul’s diet.’ "

    Your message is definitely conveyed :)

  11. I would like to thank you for the efforts you have put in penning this site. I’m hoping to view the same high-grade content by you later on as well. In fact, your creative writing abilities has inspired me to get my own site now .


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