The smells have gone far beyond, the fragrance I enjoyed once is not but a tale,

A tale of reality, of melody, of change and to learn, to explore, and a saga that entails,

A reminder of a time when I passed by a group of women who were walking and rushing,

Their fragrance was like the one from heaven; if not, where did they get it? but because of hurry,

I had gone, but the thought of it stuck in my head, and why something like this, I could ignore,

The desire to smell it again deepened in my soul, wherever I was, on the land or on a shore,

The scent had filled the atmosphere on the left, on the right, and the back for many yards,

It was hard to know who exactly wore the perfume, but someone was dragging it to assume,

The rewards of appreciation, admiration, a desire just to smell well, or maybe to feel well,

Whatever it was, the scent of it left the air soon; I still miss it even though the smell wasn’t anymore,

Life isn’t a coincidence, look, that happened again when I passed by a girl who scented the same,

She was alone, I was alone, and the breeze was calming, but when the thought to ask her came,

I slowed down a little and looked back. My heart pounded, and there was no courage to ask,

My modesty aroused; I did not dare; the perception of tribal life prevailed; it was a hard task,

She wouldn’t have minded it if I stopped her to ask, rather she would answer me, but I felt weak,

I went straight the road, sadness took my hold, the guilt of not having the courage was too bold,

I struggled, the easy matter became so hard, and the failed attempt crushed me, but why…,

Nothing would make sense today, nothing would be tasty, and even though she was gone,

Now, I wanted to nourish the strength in me to ask, I said I would not miss such a chance,

For instance, I felt fearless, I choked my sadness, saying to be brave, I practiced it in my brain,

Life’s events repeat one evening when I entered the tailoring shop to handover my work to the boss,

A witchcraft, a woman with her family, her wrinkled body, her lifespan made her not more than a loss,

She could be from a royal family, a woman with a lot of wealth, but there was nothing to inquire more,

But an ask of the scent! That filled the wide store, just like a bubble of aroma was the whole store,

The audacity to ask such a woman, the feeling of worthlessness prevailed me; I rushed out in despair,

I was shivering, the courage I had nourished was gone, the dark of the night covered me, and I swore,

The desire for the scent was gone, a change in my condition had its dawn, I owe myself that one day

If God willing, I would change my fate, get my courage back, smell the scent, and be back on the track.