Inhaling the thick hot vapours around,
Treading on the metal-my last touch on ground;
Ready to dive in a well of bitter coffee,
Satisfied with the thought-‘I’ll make someone happy.’
Wonder as I dissolve, if most humans could be such-
Defeating bitter harsh world with soft sugary touch;
Mixing, where needed, without any trace,
Icing happiness in their own unique ways.
I break and break, to sweeten things on the whole,
Without breaking cookies or brimming cups at all.
I bind and freeze, to keep things together;
Without me would Turkish delights be any better?
I am used in everything that’s called celebration.
Even cocoa is relished due to my intervention.