Dundee Cake

Almonds gracing it
like beads of necklace.

An orange brown extravaganza
presented itself before us.

Our hungry eyes and
saliva ozing tongues
gazed it inappropriately!

As the triangle shaped piece
rested before me,
I shyingly took one bite
AND WHAT?

It was outbursts of flavours
hunting among themselves
to be recognized at first.

There was cinnamon, lemon,
orange with peels,
nut and raisins and fruits,
soaked in rum.

It was a Christmas party
inside my mouth.

Carols started ringing inside ears
and fragrance came out of my nostrils.

I could relish time
with swirls of my tongue
for every second
before finally gorging it.

The slurpy voices gave away
secret pleasure
which everyone was having
while hogging over the
“Dundee Cake”.

‘Bewafa’ Biscuit

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’