Arti Sood Poems

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My Country, A Battleground

He sat huddled in a corner, ears shut tight
A handsome face of eighteen, fear running in eyes.
Never had he imagined, his country so beautiful would become a battleground;
His loved ones all gone, buried underground.

वो रोज़ आसमान में सजा
टिमटिमाते तारों में घिरा
फिर भी मुझे निहारता था
कसूर मेरा नाम था, जो प्यार हो गया।

The Road Taken

I walked upon the common path that was laid out for me
And as I reached the farther end, I could see, another road,
coming by.

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