She Is coming to my rest chair

flower chocolate

Today I sit

On my rest chair,

And the pretty face

Comes in the thin air;

The caring voice
and those tender touches,
I do await for all of Fancy’s clutches.

The day turned to an eve’s shade

Still, I hear not a knock,

I waited for her all day long
to my lame rest chair’s shock!

And as night slowly beguiles

Till all learns to pretend well,

She is gone


Shall again return, with a chocolate in hand, and a shoulder to lend.


By Arnab Mukhopadhyay on Chocolate Day