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The petrichor and my senses

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The sun retreated into his den

While drops of rain kissed the earth.

July first it was-

When I first saw you walking by.

I heard the music nature played,

Elation was when you smiled back at me.

To cross the road, when Β your hand found my waist

Our first touch it became.


Oh! the smell of fresh rain brings me back memories

Bittersweet reminiscences of a monochromatic past.

But the taste of those smoky lips still lingers

On my lips……

Lips that have forgotten how to kiss!

Shruti.

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I am a dentist trying my hand at writing. I am here to let my thoughts unravel!

38 thoughts on “The petrichor and my senses

  1. I am a terrible reader when it comes to sensual poems, and that is something I am not particularly proud of. There is this whole range of literary works after all, which escapes my scrutiny.

    But, to be honest, mujhe samajh hi nai aata most of the times 😁

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