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
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