Kisi Ne Roka Nahi

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Mujhe kisi ne rokne ko nahi kaha,
jab main bikhar rahi thi.
Kisi ne nahi bola—
ruk ja,
thoda saans le,
main hoon.
Main khud ko sambhaalti rahi,
girti rahi,
aur duniya ne sirf dekha.
No hands reached out,
no voice asked
are you okay?
Bas meri khamoshi thi,
aur meri aadat—
sab theek hone ka natak.
Mujhe kisi ne nahi roka
kyunki shayad
log strong dikhne walon ko
tootne ki ijazat de dete hain.
I kept walking,
bleeding quietly,
learning the hard way—
kabhi-kabhi
khud ko hi
rokna padta hai.
Aur shayad
yeh bhi ek sach hai—
jab koi nahi rokta,
toh aurat
khud hi apni
guardian ban jaati hai.

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