Odour. Fragrance. Soil.

From the staircase going up
There arose many kings,
From various outlets of Naraguta female baths and loo that stink,
The atmosphere is born

Heaven is recreated in pink
When her door is opened
You may just walk in and out,
You will live in the fragrance forever

She woke from the dead after four days
And lived with her coffin another whole year
The room bore testimonies of dusty earth
And a land near the gate of heaven.

Bose