Kochurani Jose
Her self, my mother
A strolling shadow
Pervades the home milieu
Her body sprouts with diverse smells
The kitchen, the field, the washes
Had to grow much
To merry her and her smell
The dilemma of a tiny mind
Tiny to tall, to big and fat
I grew and grew
A leap into my sensible space
A list of years passed by
To label stinky
The nasal threats struggled me
Her self a day ceased to exist
My self bended to live her
Her stinky my stinky
The burial and the awake of a dim spark
Her Perfume, My perfume
A fragrance so furious in love
That devours the silly stinky