She tells a lie
That she is not mine
She is hard a bit
but not I
Though I feel shy
Some times I too cry
"no you are a lier
You are not fire "
She laughs at me
and says
all the time not
but for a moment
she is really the same
as I think .
She is my dearest
ever green and loveliest
Mother to whom
I miss too much
Asha
Lovely thoughts and beautiful expression. Nice composition. Very good.
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