PADDY SMELL

Written by: FABIYAS M V

Nostrils are the steps to soul.
Paddy farm, just reaped, smells.
Same old unique smells
Climb up the attic of soul.

Full soul shines in silver
Above the leaves tide.
....Footfalls of cat eyed maid
With a pot on her shoulder.

On embankment in field,
Her anklet resonates.
Old untouched love beats,
Then my soul gets wild.

On solitude smells paddy,
Old white skirt flutters
Below black blouse hers:
Truly soul smells paddy.

written on 02/03/11)
FABIYAS M V