White Flowers

I watched a young woman Buying flowers one day Flowers with fragrance Flowers that were white I watched her from a far A young boy had gone up to her Holding up strings of mogras Offering it to her with a smile She held them, she paid She fixed it in her hair While she rode pillion On a scooter We were at a busy traffic light Chaos commotion all around She was sitting on a scooter Flowers in her hair The young boy then came to me Shook the white flowers Under my nose Declining, I turned my head away The window cooling My fevered forehead While she rode pillion On a scooter Her smile was enough for me I was going home to no one She was sitting on a scooter White flowers in her hair Riding pillion… Oh on a scooter We were at a busy traffic light Chaos commotion all around She was sitting on a scooter Flowers in her hair Chaos commotion all around White Flowers, pretty white flowers I was going home to no one