Love's Odour Poem by Saroj Padhi

As I tread the usual lone mile in half light
on grassy bed of a half-lit darkish dawn
moist with sweat of a past sensuous night,
eager to watch green flash of a June Sun;
I stumble upon the aroma of your body
oozing from some unseen, wild flower,
when butterflies on move weave thee
in body of humid air, in wait for shower;
ages have passed, hills grown new crease
since you orphaned the ooze of love true;
for my nose to loot every gust of breeze,
may be for a little taste of a tinge of you;
why is my love so nostalgic about an odour
that turns so surreal an entire atmosphere?