I may stumble and fall but will surely rise
Let hundred hurdles come in any form or guise!
Misfortune may shatter my dreams to thousand pieces
But with the thread of hope I can make garlands of success!
Before I bloom fully you may crush me to bits
But I'll rise again as a blade of grass with undying grit!
You may hurt me hard with hammer of hatred
But as a lotus I'll bloom with no sign of regret
No adversity can crush my much coveted wish
A flame I'm that no storm can extinguish!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent and love it- You may hurt me hard with hammer of hatred But as a lotus I'll bloom with no sign of regret
Thanks in heaps