My Flower Shop Poem by Santhosh Vijayakumar

I own a shop in the street’s corner,
A small shop of flowers,
Flowers from lotus to rose.
I work from dawn to dusk,
Selling flowers for all.
Lotus for His divine feet,
Buds of rose for those in love,
Garlands for marriage,
Strands of jasmine for new mothers,
Bouquets for achievers,
Arrangements of ferns for anniversaries,
Wreath for those demised.
I have flowers for a whole life.
And when I close I have no flower left.