The Flower Seller


With heavy

Veined hands,

She sells jasmines…..


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.