The Muffins From The Women's Center Poem by Pankhuri Sinha

The Muffins from the Women’s Center
So hard to explain,
The way in which,
Taking a bite or two,
Became impossible,
Just one bite,
Of the muffin,
From the women’s centre,
Not muffin really,
A scone,
Rather a croissant kind of a thing,
With stripes of chocolate,
And chocolate inside,
In thin curvy lines,
And a big chocolate center,
Once you have bitten till it,
And then the dough,
Probably,
Readied with butter,
Or cream,
The million kinds,
They have,
In the gorgeous world of baking,
And eggs,
Yes, the dough,
Softer than any kiss,
Tastier than anybody’s love,
So hard to explain,
Not being able to stop,
Even after having more than half of it,
And the decision to finish it,
No matter,
How dear it would have been to save,
Just a bit.