You will fall, crawl, and drawl.
The wind will be the opposite, and the sun will be brutal.
Your body will be weak, and your soul will be bruised.
In the dense storm, you will feel like you've disappeared.
When you look in the sky and see no hope.
When you look at the earth but see no road
when your hand refuses to go up for prayer, you feel such despair.
When your heart says things are unfair and a mere wind can make you scared,
At that very moment, hold on,
Take a breath.
Wipe your tears.
And take a pause.
Take a pause, but don't quit.
Who knows if you are only one step away in this trip?
So take a step ahead, even with shaky feet.
Go ahead, even if it hurts your feet.
The world will clap when you make it far.
Till then, be your own star.
Have faith, because you have to reconcile.
And when the storm is over, you will only smile and no longer be a juvenile.
-Ruchi Chaurasiya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem