My life is a flower
Hummed by bees of
Sorrows and happiness
I wake up to the chirping
Of a known bird called hope
Don't know how long
The cloud of success will
Take me high and high
But the flower will bloom
Taking inspiration from
The sun that never forget
To shine in the morning
My life is a flower
That never ceases to spill
Its essence till it fades away
With the curse of age
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is not bed of roses but life most beautiful than flowers