
We see a face, a look, a name,
And start to play the judging game.
“He’s too loud,” or “She’s too shy,”
But do we ever wonder why?
A girl who walks with lowered eyes—
We call her rude, not kind or wise.
But maybe she’s just feeling low,
With battles we may never know.
A boy who doesn’t talk too much,
We call him cold, or out of touch.
But maybe words don’t come that fast,
And silence is a shield he casts.
That man who frowned and walked away,
You thought he hated you that day.
But maybe grief had struck him hard,
And joy was playing a losing card.
We’re humans, not some open book,
There’s always more if we just look.
A story lies behind each face—
Not always easy to embrace.
So……………… just Don’t rush to label, blame, or anything
As we all need patience, care, and love some or other time.
Pause for a moment, breathe in deep,
Some wounds we carry are buried deep.
@nandasagec MANISHA NANDAN

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