बढ़ी हुई मुश्किलों के
हल जो न निकल सके
हालात न बदल सके
‘विधा’ संग न चल सके

मिटा भेद अपनों का
घुटा दम सपनो का
बढ़ी बौखलाहट
हुई छटपटाहट

विचारों की आंधी में
घुमड़ा  चिंतन
कौंधी बिजली
बरसा आसमान

तो हुई सृजित
मेरी ‘नन्ही’ कविता

My Little Sweetheart

When challenges grew taller
And no solution appeared
When situations refused to change
And my art refused to walk with me…

When the lines blurred
Between ‘mine’ and ‘not mine’
When dreams began to suffocate
And frustration began to rise…

When a storm of thoughts
Swirled within my chest
When lightning cracked the sky
And thunder rumbled loud…

Then —
Born from that storm,
Was my little poem.
My first daughter.
My first creation
After the labour of life.