One may be covered w/ plastic at MET GALA,
Layers & Layers hiding Natural Odor & Skin;
But you may’ve heard The Scent of Woman,
Nothin’ beyond that Original, for Love to begin!
What a simple cotton that slides, or, the linen,
Like white clouds in immaculate blue sky floats,
The sun that’s restored at night by its presence,
Or living afterwards in longings of its afterglow!
A catalyst synthesizing, or, extracts of flowers,
Is no match of the natural scent purest of pure,
Thus, the best perfume in a World is that odor,
Which is distinguished, like a different born soul!
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2026