That Quaint Smell.

THAT QUAINT SMELL.

🍂How did she smell like?

When her soggy palms touched the summer flowers,

How did she smell like?

When her parched legs wandered alongside the slades,

How did she smell like?

When her shrivelled saree doused in the sweat,

How did she smell like?

When her wrinkled cheeks puckered in the firewood stove,

She smelled like a lost rain drop in the crowded puddle. 

She smelled like a flocculent part of a dark cloud.

She smelled grey. She smelled nothing. Nothing at all.🍂

- Shri🦋