Looking Glass

Read me by the sound of my laughter,

Perhaps you'll uncover my grief;

See me for my ever fleeting words,

Perhaps you'll unearth a romantic in me;

Scorn me for my kind heart,

For you may find it to be a facade;

Admire me for my harsh truths,

For you just might find a care in me

Find me through a looking glass; you'll see

A web of me, of mysteries and intricacies

• Megha Kajale 

 FY BSc