it is too hard and painful
to go through the struggles;
the daily grind to survive.
the mental agony gives the
feeling that the life should
be taken away before the
time it is written to survive.
but the lotus rising through
mud gives solace to the heart.
struggles don't go into waste;
the sun looks amazing after
the clouds clear the way and
colored flowers bloom after
tolerating the stings of bees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem