Fragrance Poem by Anita Koshy

Fragrance takes on a pungent smell
As the smell of gore reeks all round
The fragrance of love marred by the odour of chaos
Swords clash, men come to blows
As red becomes the colour of the world

Blood red, glory red
The air seem laden with heaviness
And the ambience echoes voices of lament
Of modern day fragrance
Embodying everything negative
Cruelty, violence and hearts of store
Lives without hope, days, without love

A stifling fragrance choking me in its clasp
Tightening its grip…
I do not want this fragrance
I want to escape
To a land where the fragrance of purity and positivism
Can warmly embrace me
Woe to modern day fragrance

A rotten worm-eaten fragrance
One day I will be free
And it will be a dream
A bad, bad dream…..