When I was trying hard to judge the world
I was suddenly thunderstruck
What do I do with the knowledge of the rest?
When all I know of me is just a skerrick
Sometimes when the sky is cloudy
And I can see no light
Why does floodgates open in my eyes?
I fail to apprehend what blurs my sight.
At times I loose for some reason unknown
At times I smile amidst known odds
What makes me and what breaks me
I even fail to recognize what makes me plod
Yet my defiant self wants to know the unknowns
Wants to judge the people around
How do I convince my questioning being
"knowing yourself will leave you astound!"
Life is a journey of fetching our within
Life is a journey of recognizing our vision
Let this path be meaningful to the core
Being judgmental is just like treason.
Yet my defiant self wants to know the unknowns
Wants to judge the people around
How do I convince my questioning being
"knowing yourself will leave you astound!"
Life is a journey of fetching our within
Life is a journey of recognizing our vision
Let this path be meaningful to the core
Being judgmental is just like treason.
Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta
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