Filthy fragrance
by apoorvmat
In Autumn too, my world smells good
The woods smell nice, the garden smells good
The soul resigns, the heart retreats
But the mind wakes up, and the thought smells good
The script is torn, the plot is lost
Tulips start to fly, the butterfly smells good
Expectations exceeded, surprises galore
The sun comes out, and the path smells good
As dusk sets in, and hope gets a chance
My lamp burns bright, and the candle smells good
You’re filthy as hell ‘Mat, your core reeks of loss
But you pretend very well, this facade smells good
Apoorva in Amsterdam 
Apoorva, you really are very talented… your work is very good… hope to read many more of your works…
Thanks a lot for your encouragement, Jayanthi 🙂