Unknown Self

I.. I am Rashmi.. Please! Don’t crush me. A bud, which doesn’t know, How to bloom, and become a flower. It is my condition.. At this very hour. I am blank... Looking in the mirror, Which is so clear. I found, a stranger to see.. Who? Someone.. No! That’s me. I am lost, In reality or in dreams, In silences or in screams. Where do I stand ? I feel alone.. .. In the crowded land. Who am I ? I, the bud... Will get crushed in the mud, Due to the harsh sun rays.. My life will end, just in a few days.