It`s not an illusion as some say - br In between the moments of living and dying br Every one feels the scent of love. br But they tell a big lie and begin to feel contented. br How long will one live with that false pride? br I know not. br br It`s a scent with thousand hands br Embracing the needy. br It`s a solace with the wings of an angel br Flying unto your moments dear. br Why are you proud of a world that doesn`t smell some love? br I know not. br br The scent of love over reaches the borders of a day. br In the small smile blooming on a kid`s face, br In the sweet word whispered into ears by your dear, br And in the speechless closeness of your pet that never writes poems br The scent of a love triumphs br And you tell a big lie. br br Across the skies an unprotected bird flies br It has a destination unknown, a survival instinct prompts its wings. br And you scribble stories on the enviable freedom br Of these innocent shadows doomed to extinction! br Blind and deaf all throughout this life- br How dare you call this life scentless of love? br br If you can`t feel the scent of love, br Bury your head in the depths of sympathies unsolicited br And live a life of a nasty creature. br When you wake up unto reality br The last bus to reason will have left you. br The scent of love will haunt you as a ghost, rejoice.br br M.