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