Green Mother

It's not an orchid nor even plant,

Short green grasses close to mother womb earth.

Just like as green saree nestles,

Amicably covers mother earth.

Wind plays with the hang out portion,

Wild plants represent of all her agony,

Tiny bushes are all her suppressed wish,

Flowers are all long neglected dreams,

Escape eyes of human beings.

The headstones flourish,

On her way all together,

Hundreds crush brutally,

All of their foot falls on her neck everyday,

They lie in silence,

No one hears her stings.

Allies

Inspire to those who gaze on her in peace in so

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phisticated way,

Each day passes in its own,

With them the green grass utters in peace-

Let me be crushed,

Let me dried in summer,

Let me again bloom with love in spring

With my unnoticed flowers of white,

No commotion to you all human beings;

For your crushes.

Only

Loneliness prevails with her;

The bowed head speaks of her honesty.

Silhouette sings song freely,

Unashamed of her openness of,

Surrendering for well being,

Not needed to hide.

Proud to be mother of-

Green

For peace.

Being motherly ever-

Green mother!!