Your Scent

By Ananya Mahapatra

Your presence

doesn't matter anymore.

Not to your family,

not even to your peers.

Your love

faded with time.

I can't see you anymore

before closing my eyes.

Even in the morning after sunrise, I can't feel your warm breath anymore right over my lips.

What should I do with you??

Should I give up everything

to come to you??

I wonder if you would recognize me and the day we met

under that banyan tree.

I wonder if you would remember our dance and fight,

which we did being carefree.

I still clean your closet,

and your shirts.

To remember your smell,

I still spray your perfumes

in those cupboards.

I brought all those perfumes

you used before,

But still,

your body's scent

is not here anymore,

With you, I have lost it forever...

By Ananya Mahapatra