It`s not an illusion as some say - <br />In between the moments of living and dying <br />Every one feels the scent of love. <br />But they tell a big lie and begin to feel contented. <br />How long will one live with that false pride? <br />I know not. <br /> <br />It`s a scent with thousand hands <br />Embracing the needy. <br />It`s a solace with the wings of an angel <br />Flying unto your moments dear. <br />Why are you proud of a world that doesn`t smell some love? <br />I know not. <br /> <br />The scent of love over reaches the borders of a day. <br />In the small smile blooming on a kid`s face, <br />In the sweet word whispered into ears by your dear, <br />And in the speechless closeness of your pet that never writes poems <br />The scent of a love triumphs <br />And you tell a big lie. <br /> <br />Across the skies an unprotected bird flies <br />It has a destination unknown, a survival instinct prompts its wings. <br />And you scribble stories on the enviable freedom <br />Of these innocent shadows doomed to extinction! <br />Blind and deaf all throughout this life- <br />How dare you call this life scentless of love? <br /> <br />If you can`t feel the scent of love, <br />Bury your head in the depths of sympathies unsolicited <br />And live a life of a nasty creature. <br />When you wake up unto reality <br />The last bus to reason will have left you. <br />The scent of love will haunt you as a ghost, rejoice.<br /><br />M.D DINESH NAIR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-scent-of-love-2/
