ME

Born with the golden sun,

When the world just begun,

A splatter of different colours,

Changing with the change of hours,

I was the new dawn,

Melting in the dusk, forever gone.

Was the flower new,

Bathed in fresh dew,

As the day progressed

I aged,

Drooped and shrivelled,

Wilted and withered.

A beautiful butterfly I was,

With wings of colourful silken gauze,

Dreams wove magic,

The wind played havoc,

Broken, ravaged and damaged,

My survival I could not manage.

I really do not know who I am,

A throbbing reality or a cold, dead sham,

Warm red passions,

Or just frozen emotions,

Am I the love laden heart,

By the savage world torn apart!

Am I the broken dreams

That once set the eyes agleam?

Or am I just another emptiness

Merging into the darkness?

Am I the shining sun

Or the pale waning moon?

©®Madhumita