i saw a rose early morning,
so nice, all bloom in red,
so fresh -just getting up from bed.
The dew drops on it -because of last night rain,
made it gain its beauty all over again.
I smiled and it smiled back, but in pain.
I told 'you are the beauty of this lane'.
It replied 'What you say as dew, are my tears..
last night torrent rain filled me with fears
i thought God wants me to die
i struggled whole night to survive
These tears are to thank God -whom i judged so wrong
For after this rain He made me so strong'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem