Sketchstory No. 2 - 'परचम/Parcham' by Monika Sekhri

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खुद पे गुरुर है जो मेरा 
कभी टूटा और कभी बिखरा भी 
टुकड़े उठाये, जोड़े और 
मैं फिर बड़ चली 


मेरी मुस्कराहट पे तो जा 
बड़ी मुश्किल से पायी है 
दर्द मिले कई जो ज़िन्दगी से 
उनपे जीत की परचम लहराई है।


The pride I bore
was broken and shattered
I picked up my pieces, 
moved on, undeterred


Heed my smile
I gathered with labour
The flag of a conqueror
who won ache over.

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