Two Poems by Pragya

The Fan on the Ceiling

She kept looking at me
Eyes drained, throat dried,
Maybe she just wants to switch me on...
Or maybe she's just looking at my dust,
Thinking I need to be cleaned...
I really hope that's what she's thinking.

Her eyes talked to me every day,
Telling me how tired she is,
Tears slipped down like a stream of water,
I wonder what could've gotten wrong....

Once again her hands met the blade.....
Blood is dripping all over the floor,
I couldn't feel anything but sorry for her....

But suddenly I felt something else,
A tight grip around my wing,
The rope tied to me revealed the horrifying truth....

She put her head in that loop,
But suddenly it stopped!!
I couldn't understand what was happening....

She gently removed the rope,
Body shaking, eyes flooding...

Another day passes...
She's suffering, but responsibilities won't let her escape
The weight of her world crushes her, and she can't find peace
The pain she endures, the tears she cries, the blood she sheds...
All for the sake of living, for the sake of responsibilities
But at what cost?
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The Mirror on the Wall

Stuck on the wall, I reflect her image.
The beauty she can't see, the soul that's unique.
She's always felt insecure about herself, unsure of her worth.
But I see the beauty in her, from the inside and out.

She wants to be like other girls, to fit an ideal shape,
But perfect is a myth, and beauty is not a race.
I wish I could tell her how beautiful she is, inside and out,
That she's perfect just the way she is, with all her quirks and flaws, no doubt.

Sometimes she smiled at me, sometimes she cried,
Her emotions reflected back, with tears that dried.
I feel her pain, her joy, her struggles and her might,
And I wish she could see herself, shining so bright.

But I'm just a mirror, reflecting her back to herself,
A constant reminder of her beauty, her health.
So let's celebrate our uniqueness, and let go of the pain,
And remember, beauty's not just skin-deep; it's a beauty that remains.
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© PRAGYA
Roorkee, UK, India
april.pragya.1704@gmail.com