The Sweet Tooth

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Set out on a quest  
To unravel  
All the hidden sweetness  
In the universe—  
We are the so-called 'sweet tooths'.  

Feeling a tad bit low?  

A touch of sweet  
Is all it takes  
To lift our spirits,  
To fill us with life.  


Stressed and weary?  
We indulge—  
A dessert treat,  
A moment of bliss.  
That’s all it takes.  

Indulgence is therapy,  
The experience—  
A pampering, a nurturing,  
Like a well-deserved spa retreat.  


A bite of gooey goodness,  
Delving into layers of creamy richness,  
Seeking what lies deep within—  
A spiritual journey toward 'Nirvana' . 
And we emerge, cleansed.  

Awaiting us is an endless spread,  
A feast of temptations—  
Baked delights, buttery pastries,
The irresistible charm of Indian mithai,
And the warmth of homemade halwas and kheers.  
A soothing menu to pick from,  
Each bite a sweet embrace.  


The sweetness spreads  
Through our very being,  
Filling our souls,  
Before it slowly dissolves  
Into nothingness…  
A truly delectable,  
Soul-satisfying experience.  

"Sugar rush," they'll call it.
For us…  
It’s an adrenaline rush—  
A boost,  
A step up,  
A high  
That drives us  
Far and beyond.  

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