Hmm! I Know That Smell

A scent, so rare Of purity, fills the air passing Through the slightly opened-window Of my upper room Hmm! I know that smell, it’s not from The lone noble fir, outside, standing Proud, with its fine fragrant foliage Nor, from the sweet-scented creamy Fruits, of grandpa’s strawberry trees I went near the window And, I peeked childishly Lo! I saw a fiery Lips as red as the roses Flutter, like a majestic butterfly In a morning breeze There, in the garden, a woman So lovely, with a brown smooth skin And long black hair, listens To the silent hymns, of Angels’ trumpet As, the bluish sky, in sight, watching The fairest of all creatures While, the warbling birds nestling On an oak tree, where once I tattooed The symbol, of great love Whispered to her, of my sudden peeking She looked up, at me Sheepishly, I waved my hand…. But, she threw me Her sweet morning grin Now, I know why Envy lingers around the town It’s ‘cos of my priceless treasure From among the many, she chose Me, to be the rightful owner, of her smile