Some fragrances are never forgotten
The smell of coffee in the morning
Even after you have stopped taking it
That of cigarettes you no more smoke
The odour of matchsticks you still like
When you light them for igniting the stove
The lungs don't find the incense agreeable
The flowers for the framed favourite gods
Dare not evoke memories of the sensual
Though the metaphysical and saint-poets
Thought they were brides of the worshipped
If only you could have a whiff of the divine.
