I also observe as he says
Candle light was there.
I was on the chair.
Drinks & banana’s were on the table.
Fragrance of bananas was spreading in the room.
Its sweetness was in my memory.
I can count them.
They were twelve in numbers.
A piece of poetry was in my hand.
I was realizing its beauty.
Its smell & sweetness is still in my heart & soul
But I can not count the smell & sweetness of the poetry.
It looks like the thirteenth Banana in a dozen
It is the matter of feeling & joy.
Mr. LES A MURY an Australian poet also describes the poetry as thirteenth banana in a dozen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem