an auto laden with packs of flowers fled past me

in it sat the flowerwoman of today

so to say the hitech one

traverses she alone and brings blossoms abound

dispensing it among women

who tie them up for wages

she bundles up the trussed flowers

and sells them in the square

making a tidy sum

saving for pygmy, insurance and all

and some for her mates toddy too!

bribing him for letting her to the square.

While the flowerwoman of yore

with a moth eaten bag

trudges heavily to the market

bearing  only a bagful

she struggles to tie them up

sometimes imploring her kin to to do so

she sets to convey them toabodes

which are  her regular forte

always in debtand dearth of money

but hearts she has picked up a many

she can tie a wreath of them

not for anything would I change my old for the new

                                        Ratnaprabha r  raykar