Is the Rose naked?
why is their beauty obvious?
Why compare me with a Rose?
Beauty and bold!
Tell me, is there a way to survive?
Is there a way to be better?
Why is the Rose among thorns?
thriving not to be concealed!
Do Roses has just a dress?
It glitters but would it not wear out?
Why planted amongst troubles?
Knowing it needs a better marble!
How many steps will it take to walk a life?
Why is the pain of thorns unbearable?
Shouldn’t it slow me down?
For amidst my strength lies my weakness!
Oh me! Why cry?
Why these questions of recurring,
Of the eyes that vainly crave the light,
Of the struggle ever renewed?
Why do I see crowd?
Are they my family and love ones?
Why reproach myself?
My rod craves for just an almond!
The questions, oh me! the Rose,
The Rose grown amongst thorns,
Oh me! Oh life!
Beautifully seen but struggle I me!