Badrooh Ashiq

he  tossed  and  turned  but  could  not  go  to  sleep, the  night  was  silent  and  half  way  through, he  wrapped  a  warm blanket  around  himself  , in the  lawn he  took  a  round  , feeling uneasy  , a  fragrance  , an exotic  fragrance  filled  the  air, there  was  noone  around  , not  a  single  soul, no  flower  in autumn, trees had  shed  there  leaves, all  was  dry  and  cold  , but that  perfume  he  had  experienced  in the  room earlier  , it  was  chilling  he  came  in when  the  fragrance  suddenly   swept  past