Confessions of a Judgmental Mind

Although Shakespeare and I
Will never make it eye to eye
Neither do we share a special bond
Nor do our views really correspond

But still I am forced to remember
His tragedies which bring me pain
Where the most important member’s
Fatal flaw took everything into drain

No matter how good or great
The poor chap really was
Just one defect in his personality
And everything forever was lost

Looking at all those flawed heroes
I am sometimes forced to see
That the flaws which they had
Are somewhat also reflected in me




And looking at their tragic end
Late at night I sometimes fear
Has my fatal flaw also brought,
My tragic end near?

It is not excessive pride or self obsession
Nor is it corrupted greed or manipulation
Although this attribute is fundamental
But how should I tell you, my fatal flaw
Is that I’m just so very judgmental

Wherever do my eyes fall,
I unconsciously start to divide
Every event, situation, person
Into columns of wrong and right

Your cloths, looks or dressing sense,
Are not the things that I judge.
It’s just about your personality
Of which I’ll make a big fuss

Oh! Please don’t start to think
Me to be Mr. Darcy’s sister
My judgment’s change within a wink
I am not prejudice, mister
Only after checking you in and out
W ill I give the my final results
Which will be just and fair, without
Any kind of hidden insults

Even though I am seldom wrong
Sometimes I am wrong indeed
But my judgment is so very strong,
That it always sows suspicion’s seed.

And once my mind is made
I stick to the judgment I gave
So even when I am not right
I’ll win the argument with a fight

Many times I have tried to look hard
Thinking why am I always on guard?
But no matter how much I try to hide
I think, I am deeply insecure from inside

But there are few precious things in life
You know, friends, people, and mates
Whom I sincerely wish to protect
From the harms of any ill fate

But with all my overprotection
I had never estimated
That my extreme affection
Made them suffocated

How could I have ever guessed?
That my excess protection will smother
Slowly, slowly everyone whom I love
My very own friends, sister and mother

For all those days and those nights
Which I seem to have wasted
I’m sorry from all my heart
Now that judgment I myself have tasted