The Scent of the Empty Chair
What oil you used for your hair
I never asked you
Now when you are not in the usual chair
The scent of the invisible hue
Gets me the address of the blue dew
And the smell of the jasmine
You would weave into your braid
A mild tap on the adrenaline
The Tagore in guitar it played
When I am tired it gets me a slice of the shade
And the olfactory stirring french fry
Would for a minute or two
Take me to the blue sky
Just now as I stand in the queue
From the rosebush a beautiful lark flew
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February 19, 2018
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