She, she, she
She is the one who gives life
When a mother
She is the remedy to an ulcer
When a sister
She is the best at keeping secrets
When a friend whispers
She is the twin soul
That adds a scent to a flower
Beautifying the realm
Of her lover
She, she, she
Has no strength
But has enough power
To achieve her dreams whatsoever
With much perseverance and endeavor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
perseverance and endeavor, good write
Thank you dear Gajanan Mishra