Judgement Poem by Deepa Thomas

A shower of tears, a trembling hand
A tongue tied in knots, and a pounding heart
Waits for the judgement, you may utter today
Sealing my fate, forever to this pain

Who is a saint? Who is a sinner?
And who is the judge and who has the right?
Why pass a judgment, when right and wrong
Are never so clear or bright as daylight

Still, I pass judgment upon myself
More severe than what world does
Still I can’t bear those words which you may utter
And break my heart into million pieces