Buried beneath the soil,
its hard for me to breathe.
Then my thirst you quench
by feeding me water to stay.
In that fell clutch of circumstance,
I never loose hope,
just stand and excel up high
but then sprout
out of the wildest darkness.
So my tender self then
is weak to stand
but in brightness, I rejoice
So time starts flying
till I stand strong
like The Rose plant
The dawn often adorns me
just like a bride
with pearly dew
sprinkled on my buds and leaves.
Then arises warmth
but my pearls fade away
and cease to stay with me.
So this be my fate
but i continue enduring.
But someday then
I find myself all lost
in the hands of 'your beloved'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lost but not destroyed in the hands of a beloved because rose is a token of love. Thanks. So time starts flying / till I stand strong like The Rose plant / But someday then I find myself all lost / in the hands of 'your beloved'!