Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 15, 2016

LOVE’S ODOR~by Saroj Padhi




As I tread the usual lone mile in half light
On grassy bed of a half-lit darkish dawn
Moist with sweat of a past sensuous night,
Eager to watch green flash of a June Sun;

I stumble upon the aroma of your body
Oozing from some unseen, wild flower,
When butterflies on move weave thee
In body of humid air, in wait for shower;

Ages have passed, hills grown new crease
Since you orphaned the ooze of love true;
For my nose to loot every gust of breeze,
May be for a little taste of a tinge of you;

Why is my love so nostalgic about an odor
That turns so surreal an entire atmosphere?


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