::- The perfume -::
I was passing by his door
Towards my rented room
On the second floor.
It was then a scented breeze
Got hold of my attention.
I peeped in
And there was my friend
In a hurry to storm out the place.
"Perfume is good," I said,
" but a bit excess. "
He meekly smiled.
I asked, " which brand is it ? "
And he said,
"I don't know. It is not mine. "
I smiled.
No one applies excess perfume
When its their own.
Regards: Vinod Jadhav
www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com,
www.inspirationplus1.blogspot.com
Towards my rented room
On the second floor.
It was then a scented breeze
Got hold of my attention.
I peeped in
And there was my friend
In a hurry to storm out the place.
"Perfume is good," I said,
" but a bit excess. "
He meekly smiled.
I asked, " which brand is it ? "
And he said,
"I don't know. It is not mine. "
I smiled.
No one applies excess perfume
When its their own.
Regards: Vinod Jadhav
www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com,
www.inspirationplus1.blogspot.com
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