The hallowed zephyr has blessed me with much fragrance,
Lingering, pervading, ruling my existence,
Much of the sweetness has touched my soul,
Many of those crossing my path, have made me whole,
But when treachery bit me atrociously,
Its burning, smouldering coal, singed me dreadfully.
I did try, by might and main to pardon,
But the treachery hissed worse than Medusa, the gorgon.
Leaving me devastated,
Utterly confused, desolate and wounded.
But then, the fragrance of prayer,
The everlasting love of my dear mother,
Kept me going stoically,
Books became my refuge opportunely,
And knowledge created miracles marvellously.
Diving deep in the inner resources of my being,
And flying on the wings of poesy,
Like a phoenix I rose, to feel the sweet fragrance
Of wellbeing, of upliftment by the mercy of providence,
The aroma of my own effort, blending its essence.
And now the realisation of love’s transience,
And zero expectation, emit powerfully their fragrance.