Once there lived a boy, mischievous and joyful,
Curiosity overpowered his fear for a living.
Sometimes they would lead to bountiful discoveries
Other times lead them to deep deep trouble.
When troubles would haunt him,
Run to his mother he would.
For she always knew the magic spell
That would push his troubles far far away.
What was that magic spell?
Cookies – freshly baked with love of course.
Nothing could bother him
As he munched on the warm and crisp biscuits.
Today, long forgotten is the carefree childhood.
His day begins with heavy tensions of what may happen.
His day progresses with pressures of pleasing bosses.
As night befalls, anxiety for the following day creeps in.
Mother sends him his favourite cookies routinely,
However, they lie stacked in the most ignored corner of his room.
If only he would nibble them, he would be transported,
Back to the days where was life celebrated.
Poem written for the oat cookies by For Goodness Cake (www.forgoodnesscake.co.in)