Pragya- The Scribbler

I look at him in pain, And lightly smile again. He might think I jest, His sorrows, wounds, unrest. I've fought battles on my own, Survived, and I have grown. I smiled not to belittle, But to say, "I understand a little." His pain, I comprehend, His wounds, I've had to mend. His hopes, dreams so grand, I've faced them, I understand. I smiled, not in jest, But to show, I've faced the test. I've lived for myself, fought the strife, In constant struggle, I've built my life. I speak the truth, I want you to see, I'm familiar with your agony. He may know me by name, I assure you, our struggles are the same. I speak the truth, no pretense, I understand your pain, hence. I'm acquainted with your story, In empathy, I share my glory.

तुम एक कविता हो एक उदास कविता और मैं हूं एक पाठिका मैं जब जब तुम्हें पढ़ती हूं मुझे उदासियां घेर लेती है मैं उदास रहना चाहती हूं तुम्हें बार बार पढ़ना चाहती हूं तब तक, जब तक की तुम्हारी उदासियां मेरे कानों में तरन्नुम बन जाए और मैं मचल उठूं उसे गुनगुनाने को फिर एक सुंदर गीत बने  मैं उसे गाउं वो लोगों को लगे कोई उदास गीत पर सभी लोग खूब सुने सुन कर याद करके गुनगुनाए फिर मैं,तुम,और सब हमलोग एक हो जाएं तुम्हारी सी उदास कविता की तरह. प्रज्ञा ठाकुर