Milk Cakes.... Poem by Varsha M

Amidst all rush gush and push
Food remains integral mush.

Deep down in ocean schmaltz
Carries us the sweet prize.

Forgetting all that was rough
Donning all that is best enough.

Party without it is like page white
Nothing seems delightful in its absence.

The world of sweet is vast indeed
Knowing them by name is great heed.

Milk cakes though unbaked
Weave merry melody of greed.

As a wet sweet it melts
Like cream on watery mouth.

And it's dry drenched figure
Call my pshyce to gulp another.

Often galore of all party
They hold a position high.