ചേതസ്സ് സത്യമേവ ജയതേ നാനൃതം
I am as a blossomed rose with a smile in lips….
Sharp thorns prick me and hurts me as well,
But I will not allow myself to dry and drop.
My parents have taught me this.
The light lit by them is like a honey drop within me….
I like dreams, hiding it under my pillow as I sleep.
I dream of my fragrance and the widened earth!
I will not fear anywind…
My petals are not weak.
My legs are tender leaves standing upright-
It do not know to turn back and run!…
