Soul Poem by Dr. Bishnupada Sethi

The incense stick is lighted.
I can feel the pleasing aroma spreading.
The living space is filled up with positive vibes.
There's certain calmness in the mind
As the ashes fall down from its burning
In front of the deities.

The smoke layers from the stick
Flowing into the air around
Disappear after a while.
The fragrance too wafts away
Beyond my olfactory senses.

The fragrance existed
And it would exist forever.
How'd one deny?
Look at the small dump of ashes here.
I need a bridge from my limited sensory powers
To reconstruct the reality-
A beauty of universe.