The flower seller

The flower seller

Where have you got the charms tonight?
To raise your voice so far ,inspite
Of the raising days fumes of laughter
In the streets along, thats your shelter.

What are the flowers you ought to knit?
White jasmine, red roses, some flowers in peacock blue.
You sing a song full of life
That catches even a child to see you yelling so light.

Bright blooms that catches one's eyes
You are the ones who don't chase one's might
Muttering words you choose to say
When the whole crowd depends on you being gay.

You are so kind hearted not a miser
For you don't care for losing one or two
Of the flowers you garland so well
Iam the knight's queen if I don't forget you so real.

You don't care for taboos thrown at you
For its your life to sell with pride
The pain in you, you don't reveal to one
For you leapt your sorrows by your smiling face.

I came to you for a quite while
So thrilled by your words that charmed  mine
I gave you two coins at an extra mile
Which you didn't accept and gave at will.

You are the flower seller at the streets
Whom everyone forgets after their retreat
But I always remember your lovely face
That makes everytime I see for my heart to chase...


    S ANANDHI
     29/04/20