Criticism

CRITICISM

The life seems to be in its place though,
But there is an internal wound
Which we might not even know.
For criticism may be a pastime for some,
But the effect of which is troublesome…

The laughs and giggles might be enjoyable,
When we criticize people at the table
But we do not even realize,
That somewhere close,
A person cries…

But one fine day I asked myself,
What unproductive talks we into delve
Where I hurt a person close to me,
And I, most unaffected by it,
Let cry in silence thee…

Why do I then do all this?
For all of us are creations of his.
Even if one fails and the other excels,
Why, even I am not perfect at this!!!

A hundreds of questions slapped me tight,
That I simply had no right.
To laugh and hurt my own friend,
And now her tears do not end...

I now learn that one word may spoil it all
And you, in others eyes fall.
And there is an internal wound
Which might not heal at all!!!

I now regret the day I spoke bad,
For the only friend I had,
For then she was harsh to me
But the reason behind, I could not see!!!

Criticism is that one habit,
Which one must let go…
For if it remains there in you,
You will not value the relations
Which are very much true…