Worth
The poem is about perceiving a scent that one feels close to, and how the perspective changes over time.
The scent that I longed for,
what was it worth?
I made it my home,
where a thousand jasmines bloomed.
The day it left, it tore me in two.
I wished, just once more,
to take it in,
to let it engrave itself upon my heart.
But time passed,
and I moved on.
One day, suddenly,
the scent returned—
but unfamiliar.
So I asked for its worth.
She replied—
"A hundred rupees."