You Smell Like a Meadow

 Standing at the window, I gaze,

You snowy maiden, so fair, I amaze;

A dazzling angel gliding through,

Like a child’s fairy tale coming true;

You shower morning drops of moony dew,

In so great an abundance, not a few; 

Spread a thick sheet of milky layer,

Wrapping the stretch of grassy hair;

You fly by me like balmy fresh air,

And awaken me with a fragrance rare;

Am I comatose or drugged unaware?

Oh! I reminisce the savour! I know!

You smell like...like a meadow!

Rushing out to chase you in the green,

But I wonder why you remain unseen;

Maybe, hiding under the gingery roots,

Or rising high with the leafy shoots;

Chirping birds give a clarion call,

There comes the lovely ornate doll;

You flow through the field like a brook,

The stream sings for your elegant look;

The nature is nurtured in your presence,

You fill the flowers with their fragrance;

What bouquet to you did the creator bestow?

Oh! I reminisce the savour! I know!

You smell like...like a meadow!

Trailing through the woods I find,

You ubiquitous as the whispering wind;

So crazily I pursue the distinct odour,

As for the musky scent runs the deer;

I wonder who can tell your whereabouts,

In this deep quiet forest, I doubt!

Could the ants tell, marching in a row?

Or the fruit-laden branches that bow?

O Goddess of the woods! come to rescue,

Before I tire and fall without any cue;

Am I dazed or stupefied? No clue!

Oh! I reminisce the savour! I know!

You smell like...like a meadow!