Self Portrait

By Megha Das

A butterfly

A firefly

A desert dry

A heart that’s shy

If you look at me

All you will see

is a mirror

that will make you want to

hold on to

my many reflections.

And some, if not many,

will have fragments of

you too.

A half broken shelf

full of books

and unwritten letters

but neatly stacked for their

final redemption.

Time will come, someday

For it’s not a mystery

It’s just my story.

By Megha Das