A Jar Of Innocent Chocolate Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

In broad daylight on a Sunday
Everyone was dead busy
With their respective duties
In the open fire of the sun
They sweated and run.
As they were few in numbers
It was a day of action in School
No commotion, no confusion.
Bravo! from so many naked eyes
A jar full of scented chocolates
Handpicked like bunch of grapes
Into his pockets and crushed under sharp teeth
That got tired of grinding the bulky booty
A rare character the known always admire.
Some felt ashamed, some sensed the theft
Some believed not their eyes and the craft.
Everybody saw the deed and only smiled
But nobody complained as it was his forte.