Not
Erin Hanson
About The Author
Erin Hanson was born on the 22nd of June 1995 in Brisbane, Australia. She rose to fame for her beautiful poetry. It all started with a blog, a small dream, and a keen desire for expression. Hanson started a blog when she was 11 and started taking the blog more seriously in the year 2011.
About The Poem
‘Not’ by Erin Hanson is a poem about self-acceptance and self-love. It is also an anthem for the self-judged.
We spend all our lives doing things for others, living for others, and praising others. We spend so much time dwelling over what people have to say about our personalities and our appearances. A lot of us also spend so long trying to live the dreams of others. But what about us? What about caring for ourselves a little more and loving ourselves a lot more?
Not
by: Erin Hanson
You are not your age, nor the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight, or the color of your hair.
You are not your name, or the dimples in your cheeks.
You are all the books you read, and all the words you speak.
You are your croaky morning voice, and the smiles you try to hide.
You’re the sweetness in your laughter, and every tear you’ve cried.
You’re the songs you sing so loudly when you know you’re all alone.
You’re the places that you’ve been to, and the one that you call home.
You’re the things that you believe in, and the people whom you love.
You’re the photos in your bedroom, and the future you dream of.
You’re made of so much beauty, but it seems that you forgot
When you decided that you were defined by all the things you’re not.
नहीं
Transcreated by:
Vineet KKN 'Panchhi'
न तू अपनी उम्र है, न लिबास का ढंग है
न तू अपना वज़न है , न ही बालों का रंग है
न तू अपना नाम है, न गालों में इक काट है
तू अपनी पढ़ी किताब है
तू अपनी बोली बात है
तू सुबह गले से निकली अपनी
टेढ़ी से आवाज़ सही
छुपा लिया मुस्कान में जो
वो हल्का सा राज़ सही
हंसी की मीठी चाशीनी
आखों से बहा हर आसू है
तू हसी भी है उदासी भी
तू जैसा है ,तू हर सु है
वो गीत है तू, तू जिसे अकेले,
चिल्ला कर के गाता है
तू अपनी देखी हर मंज़िल,
रास्ता जो घर तक आता है
हर वो चीज़, यकीं है तुझको जिसपर
तुझे बनाती है
तेरी मोहोब्बत तेरे लोगों से
तुझमें समाती है
हर तस्वीर जो टंगी तेरी दीवारों पे है
तू खुद है
हर सपना देखा जो खुली सी आखों से है
तू खुद है
तू भूल गया था शायाद तेरा
कण-कण कितना सुंदर है
बाहर की तू छोड़
तेरी सुदरता तेरे अंदर है