The Incense Stick

The incense stick is so beautiful

O the fume it produces

The fragrance it gives

The smell that thrives

Oh it's so pleasant

The curl and curve it produces

Due to the blowing breeze

And the gas it releases

Over the nighty seas

Admonishes me of the antique past

And the unspent days

When levity goes and gravity comes

It's the fragrance all around

That keeps me going till the end...

The stylish patterns overlooked

Oh it's so good

Perhaps it is because of this character

That incense stick is spaciously used

In honor and rituals, all over

And fetches the touch of devotion

To its devotees and what so ever

It can be vigilated even

When the world SLEEPS

The incense stick leaps.