Her emotions are uncontrollable.
Her life is uncomparable.
Only the dark knows the inner feelings of broken heart.
Sometimes, she becomes a hard milestone,
Sometimes, she becomes a sculpture.
Sometimes, she becomes an example to patience,
Sometimes, she herself destroy it.
Sometimes, she becomes the power of shakti,
Sometimes, she becomes Annapurna Devi.
Sometimes, she becomes example to success,
Sometimes, she experiences the failures.
Sometimes, she becomes brave,
Sometimes, she feels fear.
Sometimes, she behaves like a leader,
Sometimes, she becomes a follower.
Sometimes, she becomes fire,
Sometimes, she melts like water.
Sometimes, she plays with toddlers,
Sometimes, she serves in law.
Whatever may happens she again reshapes to a blossoming flower in a beautiful garden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem