The Perfume Poem by Anusha Subramanian
The Perfume
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.
you are to wickedly shrewd to know such wilful ways it to few the short of stay your days...iip
again a continuation.beautifully conceived and executed posted10 love surya
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...
Same topic, same angle Still the smell is different. I like this perfume, for its different style. Good one. Enjoyed the read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Please do read 'Perfume To Spray'. I would like to know your your opinion about which one is better..