ON MISJUDGED

ON MISJUDGED

I knew, they couldn't know Gold,
As they've cipher in their hold.
Can they bear spark in their fold?
They are men but souls are sold.

My part was wrong to give them right,
To judge me like star who is intense bright.
My simple gaze can dim their light.
"Oh !" But they came to judge my insight!

How could they reach up to there??
Some were asses, some sons of a mare.
"Oh, my soul, powerful soul", Don't care.
Now put all your efforts to find the rare.

You're a unique creation to find.
Judge yourself as many are blind.

by Rajneesh Kumar Mishra

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