Something here , something there;
seems to somehow remain.
A lingering odour , a slight tangy smell
just stays back , even after
so many hours.
I could have tried to use a perfume
to freshen up the air , but then
I don't have any with me now.
This simple fact , this lack of resource
makes me uneasy by reminding me
of my utter helplessness.
So I stay put , pretending to be
unaware of the irritating smell.
Hanging all around the room,
in the corners, on the walls,curtains
and other furniture ,even photographs.
Something here , something there,
must be decaying in this room.
I don't know exactly what it is
but I can sense it well, from the smell.