By Yachika Prajapati
How difficult it is to be imprisoned in a closed room,
How difficult it is to breathe
How difficult it is to live in a dark room,
How difficult it is to live with broken dreams.
How difficult it is to strangle one’s own desires,
How difficult it is to take up responsibilities even when you are young.
How difficult it is to have a father’s shadow on your head,
How difficult it is to put the pain on paper..
How difficult it is to travel ahead by shaking the soul,
How difficult it is to understand life as life..
How difficult it is to not be able to share the pain despite being friends,
How difficult it is to grow with a burden on the chest..
How difficult it is to die of feelings while being alive,
How difficult is it to hide the moisture in the eyes..
How difficult it is to choose the right words,
How difficult it is to write a simple poem..
How hard it is to live with a broken faith,
How difficult it is to write with blood instead of ink.
How difficult it is to kill grievances in oneself,
How difficult it is to live by suffocating in oneself..
How difficult it is to express the pain of the heart,
How difficult it is to find a person to put your head on the shoulder..
How difficult it is to be proved wrong even when you are right.
How difficult it is to face the truth…
How difficult is it to sew the tongue,
How difficult is it to make dreams come true..
How difficult it is to see the family fight,
How difficult it is to live in a suffocating environment..
How difficult it is to sleep peacefully at night
How difficult it is not to see the dreams..
How difficult it is to behave in the same way in every situation,
How difficult it is to not be able to get medicine despite having a headache..
How difficult it is to be able to keep my head in my lap despite being a mother,
How difficult it is to leave everything and go somewhere.
How difficult it is to not be able to walk even after knowing the path.
How difficult it is to explain everything over and over again..
How difficult it is to not be able to shine in the eyes despite everything.
How difficult it is to be the eldest child of the house..
How difficult it is to be left behind even after doing everything,
How difficult it is sometimes to use yes no correctly..
How difficult it is to control one’s own heartbeat in the midst of fear,,. How difficult it is to smile in pain..
How difficult it is to lose yourself and make others win,
How difficult it is not to be humiliated by your favorite person..
©Yachika Prajapati
My name is Yachika Prajapati, I am a resident of Haridwar, Uttarakhand. I have done my graduation in commerce stream. I started writing from eighth grade. I love to write on love and beauty. I believe that there is a poet living inside every human being. I still consider myself as a student because everyday in life we get to learn something new. I believe that love is paramount in the world because with love you can conquer the world. I love to help others and learn a lot from them. I want to be a good poetess in my life.