Life is as beautiful rose,
Well looks, smells nice
But, it hurts you by its spines.
As the sea the ill get well
With slight air breathe.
It warms the one who shivers
And it sinks you by swells
Looks like the sun rise
So cold in winter,
Warm in spring and nice
You may hear the nightingales,
Bulbuls which get you rejoice.
It gives you the hope
To start another day,
And push you to reach the stars.
It may mislead you
As the beauty girl done with guys
But, you could detect that
Not by the appearance,
By looking insides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your version of life is sweet as the perfumed and fragrant rose.........