The Perfume Poem by Anusha Subramanian

The Perfume

Rating: 4.8

The dressing table was made of timber,
And there stood the queen of cosmetics in her royal chamber,
With a well curved figure,
And a sensuous trigger,
Made out of quality glass, which obviously was top class.
Her tiara was pure gold, to showcase her royal hold.
She projected her scented blood and soul,
Onto anybody who wished to feel fresh and whole.
The costly perfume bottle was beautiful and gay,
To make anybody’s day, a delighted say.

Anusha Subramanian 26 May 2009

Please do read 'Perfume To Spray'. I would like to know your your opinion about which one is better..

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James Mclain 06 June 2009

you are to wickedly shrewd to know such wilful ways it to few the short of stay your days...iip

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Surya . 06 June 2009

again a continuation.beautifully conceived and executed posted10 love surya

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Teadub Whisenhunt 02 October 2009

Beautiful poem! Timber is always nice wheather in scent and beauty. And the metaphor of women and glass bottle. Women are like glass scented bottles and they are intoxicating...

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Subroto Chatterjee 10 June 2009

Heady feelings...and effects... Cheers. Subroto

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Yll L 08 June 2009

well lovely i like every rhyme of it.....

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Vidi Writes 08 June 2009

Same topic, same angle Still the smell is different. I like this perfume, for its different style. Good one. Enjoyed the read.

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Sally Plumb Plumb 08 June 2009

Your english is very good.

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