Broken

 I saw a mirror.

Bright and shiny.

And yet, some scars.

I touched them.

A silent scream,

Echoed deep within.

'...must have been tough'

I thought! 

My reflections.

In pieces. 

Of words- I never liked.

Of a lost home.

Of a new world-

Of becoming a stranger.

Of being lost!

I saw myself.

Bright and shiny!

And yet, some scars.

Was it me or that mirror?

Something felt-

Broken!

Sanjeeta Hridayaninadini