Without thorn
imagine not
a beautiful flower,
Flower is life
trouble is scented
and not thorny.
No thorn,
No success,
Life is dull.
Life is a flower
It is successful
only in trouble.
Take your shadow with you
in the noon of hot-May.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a Bengali Poem where it has been said Why do you hesitate to pluck flower watching thorn? I experienced the samy going through your poem.