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Theme: Nostalgia

The Lingering Petrichor

A pleasant petrichor filled the air,
And I can sense my nostrils flare.
As it drenches me in its scent,
I feel speechless this moment.
Words failed me that moment too,
When for the first time I met you.
As a heady petrichor filled my mind,
Words to utter I just could not find.
Our first meeting by the lake,
The touch of our handshake,
Our brief smiles and a nod,
Seemed so funny and odd!
The first rain of love and its petrichor,
Captured us totally in their power.
Fragrance of love had filled us both,
To release our hands we were loath.
That lingering scent never left me,
You are my first love, don’t you see?
You went away but I am still here,
Filled with your petrichor, my dear.


More By  :  Padmaja Iyengar-Paddy

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thanks very much Jaipalji for liking this one and your appreciation. Since you liked this one, please do check out my other poem 'Petrichor' posted here a few days back. Hope you like that one too.

Padmaja Iyengar
09-Dec-2014 08:42 AM

Comment Dear Padmajaji,
This poem has come out very well. I really liked it. Thanks

jaipal singh
08-Dec-2014 23:55 PM

Comment Thanks Kulbir for dropping by and your appreciation of this poem.

Padmaja Iyengar
08-Dec-2014 10:02 AM

Comment Padmaja,

What a heartwarming, nostalgic poem to evoke sweet memories!

My gratitude.

08-Dec-2014 07:57 AM

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