Hey! I'm going crazy,
The way babies do
When they want their favourite candy
Look I'm not a baby,
But my favourite candy would be you.

My mother keeps it on the highest shelf
And I'd climb to reach the jar
Even if it's really really afar

But what if she catches me?
I know I wouldn't get another sweetie
And my little heart won't be able to bear the pain
Because, my favourite candy is you, again.

My father said some random day "These chocolates are bad! they only give you caries and then leave you sad"
But what do you think would be worse?
The woe from eating the thing
OR, the harrow I'll get from never going near it again?

© Sifat K