Chocolate and Me...
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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,