Mothers Perfume

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

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