The Scent Of Flower... (Nazmaa)

The Scent Of Flower...

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Whenever
I uttered the
Word 'LOVE',
You wanted me
To define...

We met,
I gifted you a
Flower
And told
Our love exists
In
Our life
Like the scent
In the Flower !

Was it paranoia or curiosity,
You
Dissected the flower,
Identified
Carpels
Sepals
Petals
Stamen
Anther
Stigma
Ovary
Ovules
And so on...
But still
Could not get the
Scent.....

You send me the
Broken Flower
In a gift wrap,
With a note
Where is the scent ?

And I began
Awaiting someone
Who
Feels and shares
The scent
With no mind of
Dissecting and destroying
The Flower...