Treasure Island

Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan

(October 22,1972 / Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India)

A Woman's Scent


That night when my mother
took me to her breasts
I knew woman had a scent
quite different from man's...


Tonight you still remind me of
my mother's old fragrance
though you too have your different scent -
a scent entirely your own!


In summer an aroma of apple juice
envelopes your breasts. In monsoon
the wet fragrance of wild forest flowers
in your hair. And in the winter
your arms smacking of honeyed milk
and your lovely feet of jasmines. In spring
this strong odour of musk in your loins,
and in your navel that faint lavender!


In different seasons you smell differently
In different places you smell differently.


But when I smell you entirely at once,
my love,
your scent becomes
an undefinable something!

Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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  • Amitava Sur (6/14/2014 3:36:00 AM)

    A heart touching poem for the love of a woman whom you like and desire so closely and colorfully..... very nice (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (4/1/2014 11:35:00 PM)

    I think you are in love Tapan but for sure a womanly smell is delightful indeed...anything better? regards (Report) Reply

  • Dimitri Jagodinski (3/16/2014 11:36:00 PM)

    Very nice poem. Well written with a substance of fact and a vibrant description
    Please feel free to read any of my poems. I will be honored. (Report) Reply

  • Jitesh Shah (3/13/2014 10:55:00 PM)

    nice poem of womans scent and also i invite to read my poem i have improve it and give me a suggetion (Report) Reply

  • V P Mahur (2/28/2014 1:08:00 PM)

    lovely touch of passionate love
    Thanks sir for this beautiful poem.
    I invite you to read my poems and give some suggestions. (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (2/25/2014 11:19:00 PM)

    perfect words on womans scent that aroma we all learn from childhood a pleasent read to enjoy...regards' (Report) Reply

  • marvin brato (12/24/2013 5:39:00 PM)

    Profound expression of scented connection only mothers have which children do recognized. Nice poem of unique love! (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (11/1/2013 9:04:00 AM)

    I love your observations in your poem. Such very good details.
    It is also very sweet and passionate. Glad you can't see me blush!
    Ha! Ha! Ha! Really enjoyed this write. (Report) Reply

  • Prem Surya Kumar (7/17/2013 1:41:00 AM)

    A very sensuous poem. The choice of words in the third stanza describing various zones of a woman's body is simply superb. The poem is a sensual treat. I especially loved the odour of musk in her loins and faint lavendar in the navel. Very juicy poem. Worth reading again and again. But the reference to mother's breasts is almost sacrilegious....! (Report) Reply

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