As we crawl from street to street
Scented sewers, spicy refuse, fragrant emissions, inviting feces
Nose dripping, clothes torn, happy faces
Adorning the roads, garlands of orange blooms
Pungent coffee, polished cars, cheese wafting, cigarettes
Caked faces, fixed eyes, frustrated
Floral notes, citric notes, ginger notes, lavender
Bottled and sheltered, my intrepid whore’s laughter
Protecting our smell,
Floating under our many canopies
The base notes, middle notes and the top notes
The filthy smell of perfume in my city.
Dhruv is an aspiring filmmaker from India.