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NAUGHTY CHOCOLATES

Wow, chocolates...!!!
What a flavour for the season mates!
Wah, that age-old aphrodisiac,
Aristocratic cocoa!
That deliquesce delicacy inside
the exotic wrappers --
KitKat's, Mars Bar's, Bournvile's, Cadbury's, 
and many others...
But only Pan Pasand's half-a-rupee
candies to our honour 
in the erstwhile indigenous India.
Yet, that time, they were all flair 
and flavour...
And on a salient day 
I could manage to get one 
from the village store.
And that nut-size candy really
did wonder
being fifty-fifty between me and 
my adolescent lover,
and sealed our love 
till she did share a KitKat 
with a boy in Bhubaneswar...

So dear, do put your Valentine
in a strongly choco-filled bar, 
because behind you 
are lurking valorous Casanovas 
with flavorous aphrodisiacs 
in their adrenaline 
for the libidinous ambush
and adventure...

©️ N P Samal 

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    Best article and Beautiful poem

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  6. Swapnesh Mohanty8 February 2024 at 18:34

    Awesome poem. And what I learnt is that, always have a pack of Cocoa chocolate with you as, happiness is an unexpected box of chocolate! ... And it will help to make your bond stronger.

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