Scent of the day

I wake up to the smell of coral jasmine
Those mushrooms in my garden of dreams.
I can't but forget the weary smell of the dry leaves
And a hint of iris on top.
What was the scent about? And the stories it carried with it?
I look for the name of the scent in the streets of mahogany and mossy grass.
Ignorant, I look for the wearer of the scent.
Traces of wood and smoky pineapple,
Bitter grape and an emblem of cherry,
I keep looking for it as it plays hide-and-seek.
I sit in my rose garden and contemplate his whereabouts.
Eyes closed, I harness the scent carried by the winds.
Enticed, intoxicated, do you know where the wearer can be?
I am just around you, come find me.
Iftehaz Yeasir Iftee is a poet and student at IBA, University of Dhaka. He has contributed to a global anthology of poems named Luminance: Words for a World Gone Wrong under his pen-name Brotibir Roy.