New Fragrance

This is only a desert,
With dry sand that is hot,
With rarely seen water pot.
Walk after a walk,
Time's asymmetric water clock;
I move with the wind
With new hope in mind.
For what appeared was
Only an optical mirage.
There springs a beautiful blossom
To give new hope to my bosom.
With you I share
The new fragrance I bear.

Krishnan Balasubramanian