An Image Of The Odors Poem by Akhtar Jawad
An Image Of The Odors
One that has no heart,
One that has no brain,
Still feels the pleasure,
Feels an unending pain,
So it's you my creator,
Beautiful and amazing,
What you have done!
What you are doing?
Owner of infinite colors,
We can see only seven,
Owner of infinite odors,
Where is your heaven?
Evolve few more senses,
See your virtual colors,
But I want a real one
An image of the odors!
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