Human Smells

Mahogany table varnished bright, polished wooden floor giving a neat sight, the room was deserted, but for that radiant person, who looked sitting in that framed chair, quite endearingly handsome, the heap of flesh lay on floor, bones collapsed much before, the poor man had died, and was scared with fright, the long journey to here, heaven or hell?, had taken its toll, he was lying listless on a marooned atoll, the baritone of the radiant person, resonnated in the vacuum of the room, beckoned him to be alert and be groomed, as if rays of energy wafted from his fingers, man heard first signs of life humming and drumming in ears, as if it was a sweet song delivered by a compact singer, as man opened his eyes, and adjusted his sight, he blinked in new fright, he could not focus, at the intensity and charisma, but felt a soothing inner delight, he knew it was God, or someone near him, and bent in obeisance, he heard the God speak, beckoning to table top, he saw four glass bowls atop, God asked him now, what he thought was there in bowls, one had bloody red other had pale yellow , next one had some thing yellower, and the last one a viscid white, it all shook and shook as if liquids, God whispered him to walk, get to the table and smell the stalks, he did one by one, one was blood,other sweat the other urine, and the last one semen, How do you find them?, acrid, nauseating and bad, not one but all, these are samples, of the liquids, totally taken from you, they smell as bad as the body they are in, all humans have them, and smell as bad, they get artificial perfumes, and try to hide these behind, just like they try to cover their misdeeds, by more misdeeds scented afresh, would you be interested, now to get these back in your frame, and play yet again the human game, the man who had heard it all, vigorously shook his head, he refused and, turned down the offer of God, to be man once again.