The story starts
When she thought
It’s dirt on my hand
Which actually was
Half melted chocolate
Got impressed
To find that I am
Baker by profession
Cakes, cookies, crispies
Are my bread & butter
Special request were made
Extra efforts were put in
Bakery oozed new aroma
When flavours of food
Mixed with perfume
Innovative recipes were tried
New varieties were born
Shapes of love were designed
Thoughtful packings came up
The shop became love hub
Only to find
That biscuits are
Fueling love
In which
She is burning
For a biker
She just
Changed a syllable
Of vocation
But
I changed
My business
Now no more
Sweet biscuits
They turn you
‘Bewafa’
Meshroy 