A fragrance comes from nowhere
it fills and refreshes the
I sniff and smell all the way
could not trace its origin in a way
I peep and peek through the window
could get no clue from the flow
I open the door wide ajar
yet unable to locate the scar
scar, you might knit you brow
it is to me a bruise to Nature in score
a sandalwood tree could be cut
the smell of sandal permeates
a hurt to the tree so far
the gain to man without a bar
a scar to nature in all.
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