Lady of a soldier

 I am lady of a soldier,
 pale , lone , afficted,
dying every moment  for a glance

 Boxed were the things , my feelings
 Imbecile i was , who chose him
 Imbecile i was , who thought like this

 Always answered those interlopers
 Whom i called Friends forever
 Each answer take me close to my soldier

 My mind provoke my heart , Leave him leave him!
 His every Attempt strengthened my, feeling feeling

 Daily i sat on the pew
 praying god for his wellness
 But he listens to me a few

 His conscientiousness make me feel proud
 But for what i worried about,
 See , she is 'lady of a soldier'
 Says the world around

Copyright ©Ashwarya Pratap Singh , 2012

Childhood

Entered the world of guile,
my childhood, better was the time

none to scold us for the rove,
rowdy kids we were of our roads

out the reach of envy,
simply happy were our minds

became the marionette of others hand,
pale , dejected , still , we stand

we all friends were alike,
even same were the cycles we ride

whom i show doleful face of mine,
none to hug even for a while

entered the world of guile
my childhood, better was the time.

Copyright © Ashwarya Pratap Singh , 2012

आखिरी ख़त

माँ पढ़ लेना ये आखरी ख़त मेरा,
जा रहा हूँ छोड़कर यहीं साथ तेरा 

कर देना दफ़न इस दर्द को यहीं ,
मिलूँगा ज़रूर आगे इस राह में कहीं 

माँ अब मुस्कुरा भी दे ज़रा ,
कर दिया पिता जी का मैंने सपना जो पूरा 

करना तो चाहता था अभी बहुत सी बात ,
पर न दे सकेगा यह शरीर अब मेरा साथ

न होना मायूस तू इस ख़त को पढके ,
जा रहा हूँ अब तेरी इस दुनिया को छोड़के

Copyright © Ashwarya pratap singh, 2012