Little of Me by Reshmi Sadhana
Is what I leave
Everywhere.
Everywhere I go
Like breadcrumbs
I leave
So little of me.
Everyone, of me
Like the grains of sand
Know, so little of me.
They get to see
The brighter side
While I’m the whole
Night sky.
On their specs
They get to see
The darker side
While I’m the whole
Landscape in front.
Or sometimes
None
For I turn myself
Like sugar in
A glass of water.
Or see something
Which I choose
For them to see
And to know.
Little, little specks
Of the star dust
Of my being
While I embody
The universe inside
Of me.
Walking, talking laughing
Crying, shouting trying
They see the skin
They see the cover
That is something
They judge me with.
Or with my behavior
Or with my attitude
Or with my likes
And dislikes
They judge me
With the
So little they know.
The so little I show.
Good
Cool
Mysterious
Or
Bad
Cold
Arrogant
How foolish of them all
To judge me
With the so little they know.
SEA
SKY
LAND
GALAXY
and much more
Crashing waves
And sending storms
Which they would
Never have imagined
They judge me
With the water that crashes
Their shores
Or with the breeze
That fades away
So little I chose to show.
For they all mean
So little, so little.
To know,
This so little of me.
