Judge me not for I am a traveler I roam around from hither to thither Always looking seldom finding a kind word nor a loving gesture Is it so hard ? Sometimes I wonder Still, I look for that closed book. For the love that is ours to behold! Some say that, we are all just brothers? If we are then why the hatred If we are then why the blood on your hands We are all labelled yet from these labels we can break So caught up in what is right we don't see the wrong again Isn't love supposed to be natural isn't love supposed to be real Then why are you fighting me when I am down on my knees. Stop now. Look around. Do you see a lot of happy faces or do you a soul less lot? Judge me not for I am not in your shoes And sorry my friend you are not in mine too Wars come and wars go we don't stop fighting though stuck in a battle within our minds struggling ,still, to see the light when will ...
About life, love and everything in between.