By Sejal Bali
I possess a portrait,
it's colors are like seasons,
people's pick for me is winter,
but my ultimate superior pick is spring.
The summer within me is concealed,
the spring within me is my fruitful desperation,
and the winter within me
is intimate friends with my persona.
My lips help my winter to shine bright on the outside,
and tricks people to perceive me as an enigma,
and then I chuckle in solitude,
having the time of my life
with my precious eyes-my summer.
My persona's best friend draws a curtain over me,
protecting me from this masked world,
this allows me some sweet time,
to get along with my brainy spring way better.
My winter, spring and summer are quite in sync with each other,
these three seasons are my ultimate, authentic true - self,
but people are so obsessed over my winter,
that they forget that I am the portrait myself.