Aroma of Malice

By Aashna Garg

Behind the curtain 

Of that affectionative smile .

The only wind I feel 

Is full of lies.

The sweet smell of malign,

Hits me with the aroma it brings.

Now Delight only follows me

When jaguars  dance,

And crows sing.

Their cruel smiles

Makes me feel small.

But the emotion of not giving up

Us so strong

That even my tears refused to 

Fall.

By Aashna Garg