A Different Scent Poem by Namita Rani Panda

When like a sleepy moon
leaned on a curly cloud's bosom
I placed my heart against yours
your heart swelled with endless cheer
but it failed to feel the flame of my pyre
that flickered in my patient heart ever.

Though for hours you peeped into my eyes
the emptiness within you failed to spy,
and my pink petals soaked with pain
was locked by yours with tobacco stains.

Though I craved for your natural scent
I felt suffocated with the smell so pungent
and your hardened heart I failed to win
when you devoured me like a bottle of wine.