Akin to flower to some
You are plucked in bloom.
Akin to dust to some
You are trod upon carelessly
Akin to thorn to some
You hinder their onward march.
Akin to mystery to some
You ever remain unresolved
Akin to Goddess tosome
You are worthy of worship alone
But, O ye my fair counterpart!
As I look within-
You are but me
And, I ye for sure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem