I am  now forty years old in

perfect health begin and

hoping to be till end

I harbour for good or bad but

I always  permit to speak

at every hazard,

My rooms are full of perfumes

and shelves are crowded

with perfumes,

I breathe fragrance myself and

I  know about the perfume

which I like it,

The atmosphere is not a perfume

but  it has no taste of

the distillation,

My respiration beating of heart

is passing of blood

through my lungs

~Bhupesh Chandra Karmakar

New Delhi, India