Who is she? (I)

(I)

Who you see is not me.

I told you a thousand times.

“Who are you then?”

You always asked.

I changed the conversation

Each time, with a faint smile.

Today I have decided

To answer your question.

Hard it was, for me,

To turn back

To those pages

Of my journey

That I had been trying

To escape since long.

As I have allowed you

To look into my scarred face,

I believe, time has come

That you’ll understand

My answer to your question-

I was a budding flower.

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