Foreign Perfume
You left
me breft,
your perfume
remains
still,
same
fragrance
that
used to
wrap
me,
yet and now
it is
somewhat sour
and foreign
at this hour,
it reminds
that
it would be
now
smelled
by another,
wore
for him
that is
now
yours,
My mind
is in torment
and ferment
agony
eyes stony
as it pervades
rather invades
me,
against my will
I feel so BAD
and dyingly sad.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2009
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