What whiff of sweet aroma
I gained during her pass, that
I inched closer by my heart
Plodding unintelligently,
The end; the cul-de-sac
The smell of a sari
Every weave telling a story
Rapt with loving attention.
Entranced by her beguile presence
I started pulsating my heart
Holding entirely my loss
The smell of a sari
What seconds I comsumed
In moments of ungainly time
It receeded away muted, proving
My will in crest and trough
Plumbing all drainage, a waste
The smell of a sari
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