Thursday, 8 August 2013

Don't judge, Look beneath

There was a time,
When we were hopeless,
My sister and I,
We were a living mess,
Then we saw a rich boy pass by,
And he looked at us in pity,
But then he walked by,
Looking a little guilty,
And I cursed him in my heart,
And trust me, 
They were pieces of art,
I cursed him because he could see,
And still couldn't help me,
But my sister shook her head and said,
Don't judge, look beneath,
I didn't believe her,
How could she think like that, 
When we were so poor,
That guy saw,
He didn't care,
He saw our pain so raw,
He didn't think what was it like to be here,
He passed by,
From my sister and I,
He pretended he didn't know,
The hope he flared,
The hope that would flow,
Occasionally thinking that someone would care,
But little did I know,
That I was the one so low,
Because the next day he came,
He came again,
Then he dropped a key,
And a address in my hands,
And delighted were we,
When we saw it was a land,
I didn't believe,
When she said the golden words,
I didn't believe,
And I just cussed and cursed,
But she was right when she said,
Don't judge look beneath,
Because,
Beneath constant laughter is a little bit of pain,
Beneath a wide smile is a little bit of sorrow,
Beneath an arrogant smirk is a little bit of shame,
And beneath every success, is still a hope for a better tomorrow...
I didn't believe when she said,
She said the damn words,
And they were so true,
Words you couldn't sue,
They were so true,
Because,
Beneath a criminal might be a hero,
Beneath a popular person might be a weirdo,
Beneath a good grade might be a zero,
And beneath a wide path might be a path so narrow...
And when she said the golden words,
I didn't believe,
But now that I know it,
I feel a relief,
I feel as free,
As a flock of birds,
Because my sister saved me,
When she said the golden words,
Words that at that time made me seethe,
Words I didn't believe,
But words so true,
Words you couldn't sue,
Don't judge, look beneath,
Because beneath a crazy person is a sad story,
Beneath a cry baby is a reason to cry,
Beneath a calm demeanor might be some fury,
And beneath a shrinking violet is a reason to be shy,
So I'll stick to the words I so truly believe,
Don't judge,
But Look beneath....
Written by Rida Altaf.
Me. 

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