Sweetness Featuring Shiva Sharma

My stomach knows sweets. 
All the candy. 
All the pie. 
All the shapes, sizes and flavours
In a diwali box of mitai. 
It has had it share of treats from east to west 
Sugar-laden journeys that begin in the mouth 
Little yummy travelogues, all the way from the north to the south. 
Payasam. Laddoo. Meringue. Rasgulla. Pastries. Halwa. 
Jalebi. Barfi. Sticky-sweet mangoes.  
Soaked and sticky with melted sugar gulab jamuns and also baklava. 
My stomach’s no stranger to anything and everything sweet. 
And yet, it beams and glows like a tiny sun. 
It flutters, nervous and excited,
Caressed by a million honey- soaked butterfly wings.
My stomach is no stranger to sweetness.  
And yet it smiles - toothy, gleeful, heady smiles
Like a child tasting sugar for the first time.
For it has known none like the
The fullness and sweetness of holding you.