As the sun stretches lazily stifling a yawn
Fluffy birds ready with stories to tell
He wakes up smelling the dawn
For he sees the world through its smell
With the smell of Cuticura and Medimix
Comes the milk-woman at quarter to six
Damp smell of newspaper is the next in list
And that's his morning for you in a gist
Be it a caw-less crow or a stealthy cat
The stinky sewage or the dewy petrichor
Nothing goes unnoticed under his breath
For he sees the world through its smell
Between the aroma of masala chaai and cigarette stink
Gucci perfume in tea-stall is definitely out-of-sync
'Looking for address?' asked him to the baffled stranger
Identifying every house for her that's far and near
Hopped into a bus that smelled of sweat
Off he rode to a tranquil place to work
Earth, flowers and incense sticks fill the air
Only he knows death has a fragrance too
