A Sadist And A Hermit..

The mall is spacious and great, Filled with cakes and sweets The aroma of fritters and coffee, The smell of cuisines for free, When a particular tasty, Flavor ends, another starts, In each and every floor, Where the man made foods, Are on display to seduce the purse, And wallets, mountainous pastries, The queuing human salivate in hungry, The young are naïve and seated there in trend, The old are cautious and holding their retired fund. Walk around the malls and evening markets, The nostril attack is impulsive and strong, Overcoming the desire is as easy as flick a cigarette, The day he decided not to yearn and regret. He was brought there and forced to smell, When he asked to buy for him some country cakes, After an afternoon nap, not knowing of a sadist, The feelings of both of them are satisfied.