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BURNING INCENSE


AGARBATI

A pleasant aroma  in the whole room

First time Smoke has tasted the perfume

Coming from burning body of incense

Both nose like this odour and its intense

And trying to capture that fragrance of air

Coming from the holy place of prayer

 

 

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December 8, 2013
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