363.Compulsion Free

Flipping through
An old diary
Brought out
These enchanting flowers
Whose fragrance
The whiff of wind
Had carried to me
COMPULSION FREE.

Drawn, I had walked
Up to the tree
To pick up
These delicate beauties
As they fell
And spread
Beneath it's shade
COMPULSION FREE.

They still have
A faint sweet smell
Lingering in them
Enough to hold me
In its grip
With its aroma
COMPULSION FREE .

And What better treat!
The diary reflects today's date,
Though years have rolled by.
Binded, once more
I lose myself
In its fragrance
COMPULSION FREE.

Binita Jha