Love Poem: Recurring Smell
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Written by: Fabiyas M V

Recurring Smell

He’d taught me 
to disbelieve 
ghostly things.
Skinning and chopping 
superstitions,
I cooked a poem. 
My thoughts grew 
under his eaves. 

Desolation dominates me
after his funeral.
A vague shape vanishes 
from my windowpane.
A stray dog 
magnifies mystery,
barking.
Being his son,
I say boldly 
this is an illusion. 

Can he rest in peace,
when I’m restless?
His smell 
mingled with an ointment, 
I often feel.
It floats
in my evening room, 
giving me goose-bumps.

Gravitational pull
of a profound love
creates wonders. 

First published in The Literary Hatchet