Every rose will bud
Into something beautiful
Every man on one knee
Wants his life to be meaningful
All the stars glistening in the sky
Have given hope to those who wished upon them
But every rose will wilt
And every man will grow tired of his once eye candy
And all those who wished for change
Still have hope
But only wish on prayers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is poetic till 'Wants his life to be meaningful' after that it does not flow like a poem, its like a disconnect, though i like the way you showcase your thoughts they are reflective. keep writing :)