as I said , I will translate my poem which I have written in hindi ,
here is the translation for you @Favs4091

hey listen in hindi version there is rhyming but in english there is none...
SO HERE IT GOES..👇👇

story is often born from truth, it is not necessary that every truth is a story!
There were many aspirations in that small heart, where did the hopes remain, they were destroyed in a moment.
Those small steps were now growing bigger, I don't know how, they were moving towards studies.
She ran towards school,
Leaving her mom and dad's finger,
An important and new turning point in her life started from here!
unaware of the fact that even if her legs get tired due to this new moment, she will not be able to stop now.

That heart did not know how to play with the mind.
Making friends and to be someone's friend was also very frustrating.
only the arrogance was such that she found silence in the noise.
Yes, there were one or two friends.
They used to support us,
The only difference is, whomever she is with today gives her their time!
In return she don't know ,why?
But they don't take anything!

Where did she aspire to become the moon?
But she definitely had a longing for light, she wanted to go ahead every time,
But she did not know how to tolerate the words of her classmates.
She is still learning after learning,
The way she was on the first day, she is still the same today.

People say that her life has gained momentum.
When did she move from kindergarten to 10th class?
But for her, it was like a century!
she didn't realize when the one who wanted light was covered with darkness!

she wondered ,will she be able to prove her right words right ?
There was never any oil in her lamp!
Will she be able to forge a hundred paths?
how does her flame of confidence burn like this?

In the rush of time, time caught hold of her,
A hand, which she had desired for years, came and caught hold of hers...

The angels who often sleep in different worlds,
Hey, open your eyes sir, they are often right in front of you!

she had not thought of this moment,
But she lived it openly,
she sewed up the part of her broken desires once again!

That butterfly taught her to fly,
As if by making her stand on the ground, she bent the sky for her!

After all, she taught her to get along with people,
Ultimately she was reunited with herself years later.

Those who met had to be separated one day, one had to cry for the one who made her laugh so much.
She went towards the new destination,
once again she was left with herself,
But now new waves of life were waiting for her in 11th class,
Made new and true friends here, once again new enthusiasm arose in her!

Today she is amidst with so many stars, the reason is that moon, that moon is their source,
There is only one word for this Gulmohar(a flower) that is, thank you!

Thank you friends for giving your precious time to my poetry!💕

© Aarti Solanki