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Ever since I woke up, I have been judged...

Ever since I woke up, I have been judged...

For the wake up timing, for the mumbled whining...
For the pimple on nose, for buying my own rose...
For taking shower late, for smiling at person on gate...
For the compliment I received, for the cleavage that peeped...

For the bonus I bagged, for the joke I cracked...
For partying with friends, for wearing the trends...
For being good in shape, for sexy saari I drape...
For saying no to liquor, for leaving party quicker...

For driving my car, for the one damn dent so far...
For balanced equation, for sweet sophistication...
For burping after meal, for 5 inch heel...
For making first move, for saying I disapprove...

For travelling in night, for loving twilight...
For watching game of throne, for paying my loan...
For jeans and short skirt, for reciprocating the flirt...
Phew...NO it's not gonna stop...

Ever since I woke up, I have been judged...

But neither you know me, nor do I thee...
You don't know my present or my history...
You haven't seen my struggle, a childhood full of null...
How I quenched my thirst, when the prices surged...

I ain't need permission, or prolonged discussion...
Your illogical taunt, or ridiculous flaunt...
There will be a day, you'll judge me for breathing...
I'll be the same, this promise I'm keeping...

Give me a magic wand, I'll alter the misconception...
Put you in my shoe and show you my perception..
But I'll let you do your job, get mature and grew...
I guess that's the only option and exactly what I am suppose to do...


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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  1. Wow I just loved your blog. You have rhymed it so beautifully. Fantastic ☺️

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