Rose has NO regret
In summer it was like a guy
who loved a pink flower
and
was statue like potent
in winter he shows
impotence
faded demeanor
colorless
shriveled
that's the varying color
of any beautiful Rose
in spring and autumn
all suppose
you all now
alsoknow
must have grown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Meaningful piece. Thanks for sharing. anjandev roy.