Yellow butterflies and sprouting flowers <br />The smell she carried was in the heads <br />Broken while she was playing in water <br />Nude with fuming heat of her youth <br />She wore no clothes <br />Down the stream went the blood <br />From the head broken in her desire <br />The ooze was her name and her smell <br />In total nature and into the street <br />Under the broken door fixed in a mud wall <br />A streak of yellow colored liquid <br />Flowed into the narrow stream <br />And the long trees with leaves melting down <br />Reality in exaggeration sans the beautiful moon <br />Tired of explaining and talking about flowers <br />Moon half and moon full <br />Sunset and sunrise <br />Cracking down in miraculous divide into two <br />The moon was the sign of a symbol <br />Wind flowing with speed and thunders <br />The absurd had grown in that town <br />The dead was buried yesterday <br />In the memory and with broken head <br />Still oozing the aroma <br />Coming out from under the huge mass of earth <br />A spirit which every girl wanted to imbibe <br />In the town now under a long spell of the darkest night <br />Breaking away from the divide of the day <br />The morals now decided to either leave <br />Or make new codes <br />Break the trance of time and the ordinary <br />Or go into amnesia of forgotten past <br />Bewitching earth and the sun <br />Reality is defined <br />Leave the subject dreadful <br />Or your head will be broken <br />With that ooze beyond enchantment <br />The girl smelt like clove<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clove/
