Fragrance

A blue bird sat on a branch of an orange tree;

Unable to cry out in despair in the dawn free;

Upon a heavy windy weather, she was feverish;

The freezing river, stranded, never to cherish;

There was no single leaf upon the branch bare;

No flower blossomed with fragrance in the air;

The moon slept under the strong arms of the sea;

Mid-night stars looked at the sky in a lovely plea;

Sky pleaded to spread fumes of love all over again;

Earth became wet and nude, enabling lust to retain. 

BY

WILLIAMSJI  MAVELI

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19th March, 2014