The perfume bottle
Lies shattered on the floor,
Bits and pieces
Of scented glass,
Like sea shells,
Beneath my bare feet,
The air intoxicated,
With the fragrance,
Of an evening,
Spent long back,
By the sea,
Warm and salty.
© 2009 Rituparna Das
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