Wrinkled,
With heavy
Veined hands,
She sells jasmines…..
Dew-wet,
Cool, soft,
Enamel white.
Releasing from their closed hearts
A gentle fragrance
That will envelope the night
with joy
Another a thrifty housewife
Diamonds, gleaming
Coldly at her ear,
Hair tucked at
Thickened waist,
Lips grimly shut
Battles with the scrawny one
With stringy hair,
For atleast copper coin.