The little petals uncurled,
Like the new born opens its hand.
The nature blushed and the skies pour rain,
Like the blush of mother's cheek
her tear on the newborn's eye.
The flowers bloomed and welcomed the rain drops
And the child opened its eyes for the very first time
To see the entire universe in its mother's eyes.
The nature feeds the souls with love, that's how we love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem