Rose is hanging on the bough
Among the thorns,
Looks pretty awesome to me,
I am also hanging on the branch of
My life
Amidst troubles,
Yet look vivacious,
But one day
Like rose,
I shall wither too,
And mingle in the dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice lines regarding our lives. The life of man, of course, is like a rose hanging from the branch of the time. Life is very similiar to the rose. Because it is beautiful but short lived. It effects the surroundings, and a person also does the same whether good or bad essence. I lik it.