To all the prejudice minds,
And people anxious to judge,
Who turn an eye blind
And shelter a ludicrous grudge,
Unaware of my strength,
Ignorant of my struggles,
You have watched my life at arm’s length
You don’t know my troubles.
Do you really make yourself believe
You have touched my soul’s every nook ?
My friend, the smiles and tears can deceive
I am not an open book !
I intend not to fool you,
Nor I wish your admiration,
But I also don’t want you
To judge me on preconceived notion.
You are free to have your opinion,
About me, my demeanor as a whole,
But do not let bias establish dominion
Over your righteous, sound soul.
Spend time to discover,
My desire and my intention,
Lift the bias cover
I am not an epitome of pretension.
Misunderstood by people, my intentions and gestures,
It is miserable to bear & see,
Even difficult when I know very well
Those people don’t know me
Love me, hate me, show me your ire
Once inside my heart, you see
Have an opinion as you desire
But don’t judge before you know me !