Of Noses and Civilizations.

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The ubiquitous gaze slithers off the arched brow
so meticulously done, yet a disappointment!
Of the crafted hands the beautified face speaks not
Nor the shared pain of womanhood, but of an immediate slant

The enlarged swell that meets the eye at the earliest
seems to alter perceptions vividly.
A mountain, housing two distinctively dark hollow caves
gathers all attentive air up the nasal cavity.

Of sanctions and of sheer disgust, the facial mound discerns all
Of denounced stenches and of glorious scents.
In one cave resides the thick haired righteous morality and
As its neighbor, the blinded ageing law-keeper.

The higher the rise, greater the dignity stacked inside.
And true, poor Sroopnakha’s heart must have bled green.
Lethal the blow must’ve been to have hurt her aroused femininity,
to culminate into an elaborate myth of resplendent beliefs.

Of snorts and of sniffs and of ecstatic smoggy fumes,
The benumbing of nerves and of nauseating dramatic spells,
Repeatedly the device has failed to detect the
of humbling black deaths and mighty winged plagues.

Warm odors travel up slowly, giving texture to desires.
And there, She paints her lover musk, in fragrant imagination
Of sensuous bliss and of awakenings beyond,
Nothing makes monsoons smell so fresh and earthy.

A clownish frown – and a wrinkle too cranky!
A loud toothy laugh – and a droop too low!
Donning myriad characters, neither too far, nor too close,
Such momentary protagonist is our collective Parrot Nose!