Ever green

 

 

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