'Deep inside my heart, I feel a pain,
a pain due to a thorn..
A thorn which came as a part of a rose.
The rose was so beautiful as its own
White like a snow, soft like a feather
fresh like a dew, fragrant as its own.
I saw the beauty of nature in you..
I saw the heavenly paradise..
I found happiness in your presence..
But how long I know......
One day a wind was blown..
In my sight I saw you shreding your petals,
I tried to hold you.. to protect you....
My hand bleeds with your thorns....
But of no vain, you shred all your petals,
All in my hand.
The days had gone, but the happiness..
and the beauty you had bestowed..
Will never fade from my mind....... Forever.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem