Scent Of A Women Poem by Sudip Mukherjee

I remember the day, I was carried away by an aroma to a skinny alley of this tainted town.The scent was diffused all over, I guess.And it was a distinct smell amongst the filth.Then what I saw! I saw an extremely beautiful flower blossoming from a rupture of an austere brick wall.No Origin of Species could define it.The colours were vibrant, fragrance was maddening.I felt the presence of a Woman.'Oh! Wicked boy get away from her, please maidens don't pick her up! ', I cried deliberately.
She was dancing with the wind, waving her body like an angel.
I sensed her, touched her, watched her devouringly.
But Alas! Time passed by quickly and suddenly she started wilting.I realized the day had turned into dusk; lights were diminishing.She could not live without Sun.She would die in the cold of Night.
Transgressors would strip her, molest her, murder her.She had no tomorrow!

I wept childishly and hoped that the Sun would rise again.But your God did not hear my prayer, all the Myths seemed untrue to me.She would never come again and I could never touch her again.But I will wait watching at the rupture where she had left her roots.Her divine smell still persists for it was the Scent of A Woman.