Today the first chapter in my new book!

His nose a million smells it can pass through with knowing the names of it

Sometimes he bends sometimes scratches, and most of the time he smells

looking for scented oils, aroma, infact he has got Dad's nose, but i see i am lucky 

with the nose because he smells everything in me from what i eat to what I apply. 

His Eyes, similar to glass balls, which i played when i was in school with little boys on gorund, 

when i hit others ball i get that ball to me, so i win when i get others balls, its like snooker 

his sense of seeing is more pernicious colllecting the thoughts of my mind, what i think, what i do

from very far maybe 5feet distance he sees minutest parts of my body, and says i saw it....

Continued.......

with additional edit.. looked so sweet than my lines.

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His nose, a million scents can trace,
Each fragrance known, each subtle grace.
He bends, he scratches, then inhales,
Through my scented oils, through my perfumed trails.

It is his father’s gift, I see,
Yet lucky too, it rests with me.
For every taste, each touch applied,
He smells it all, nothing to hide.

His eyes, like glassy marbles bright,
Remind me of my childhood’s light.
On dusty grounds, with boys I played,
Each strike, each ball, a prize conveyed.

Like snooker’s aim, his vision keen,
Collects my thoughts, the unseen dream.
From five feet off, his gaze can find,
The smallest secrets of my mind.

He sees the parts I try to veil,
And softly says, “I saw it well.”

Jessy Jacob.

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Reviews

[Soren]

Olfaction poetically neglected is one of our strongest links to emotional memory. Nicely written

[JessyJacob]

I dont trust here anyone in world, people are dangerous can go to any extent for their means. I am not shaken and will never worry, because you know Newton's law for every action there is reaction, which in religious and spiritual teachings say for a sin you will receive punishment.

Be careful.

[Soren]

karma it is called as well my friend