By Isha Dilshad
A stranger on the metro asked me, "Who are you?"
And in that moment, my thoughts just flew.
Who am I, I pondered, in this busy place?
A daughter to my parents, a friend with a smiling face.
A student to my teachers, learning day by day,
A sister to my brothers, in every single way.
But to the world, I wear a mask, a different role I play,
Each person sees a version, but is that really me, I say?
Why don’t I show my real self, let the truth be seen?
They call me Isha, but is that who I really mean?
Do I know the girl beneath the layers I’ve spun?
Or is she lost in shadows, hiding from the sun?
So, I turned to the stranger, with a smile so bright,
And answered softly, putting on my mask just right,
"I'm Isha," I said, as the train rolled away,
A name wrapped in mystery, in the roles I display.
By Isha Dilshad
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