The Smell

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.