TOUCH OF  A FRAGRANCE
                                     
Touch of a Fragrance While crossing the road
a castle of fragrance runs into me.
Fragrance
of a flower
or a perfume
or an incense.

All conscious nuances
of consciousness are dulled
as if by hashish
or opium.

And I slip into
its intoxication.

This bit of time,
chipped by
the sharp edge of the fragrance,
seems more meaningful
and mightier
than the sand bed of entire century.