Distant Aroma
Written by Ananya Goswami
Early evenings when the sun yawns in the west sky
All the distant aroma comes back to me
To sooth my soul …
I remember the time
When I was wondering lonely through the labyrinth of the city
Carrying a wounded bird to its home,
All lost and disheveled…
I can smell those distant evenings
The emptiness, the austere gaze of the afternoon waves in the sea,
The hollow smiles, greasy tears that would never leave my eyes,
The sorrow that overlapped all of the beautiful evenings
Like an acrylic craft
The wind that turned into melodies so ancient!
I can still breath those aroma and I can still hear those melodies
When I cross paths with solitary evenings…
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