Don't Ask Me About Myself

By Reedhima Tyagi

Ask me 

And I will tell you about love

Ask me 

And I will tell you about hate

Ask me 

And I will tell you about rage

Ask me 

And I will tell you about sorrow

But please,

I beg before you

Don’t ask me about myself

If you ask 

I shall have to tell you 

About the fairytales I have had to write

From the chunks of my  own bones

If you ask 

I shall have to tell you

About the tree at the corner of the garden

From my grandmother’s house

If you ask

I shall have to tell you

About the sweetness of its apples

From the summer I never forget

If you ask 

I shall have to tell you

About the apples in the fruit basket

From my apartment

If you ask 

I shall have to tell you

About the afternoon its juice stained your hands, the unchewed bite inside the sink and its bitterness which sprawled across your face.

By Reedhima Tyagi