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Judge me not

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 it happen?
when will it stop?
when can we look in each other eyes
and speak of love, not of lies? 
When will the hating stop
when will the walls fall?
when will we be free
not to judge anyone at all?


by, Teja Priyadarshini

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