when the smell is in the air, all over
you wonder, who is the one
for whom you care
whether the womb of a hope
is saddled with dreams
of a future not yet crafted,
or the fence is broken
so that any traveller can intrude
and leave the footprints behind
i do not know, but do i want to know
i am here
in wait
of some one who will squeeeze
every ounce of my ego
and leave me sublimated
quietly and firmly