The flower girl.

The flower girl.

She was a flower girl,
Selling flowers on the corner of a street.
She talked in rustic accent.

Every morning I bought flowers from her.
Oneday she requested came to near,
she had some secret to share.

At first I didn't pay heed.
But when I saw her tenacity,
I asked about the secracy.

She told me,she had a plan
to change her accent,
as she was opening a flower shop recent.

She knew,better accent was necessary,
to do the better approach to sell.
So she wanted to learn it without fail.

She was determind to take
me as her teacher.
I was also settled my mind to teach her.

I was happy
she was obliged.
She needed to be civilised.

But few days I didn't see
her at her place.
I asked another flower girl, abo't her trace.

Alas! She answered me,
she died few days ago,
in a severe cold blow.

Nextday I went to  her grave,
to pay my respect,
as a bereaved teacher to her student.