JUDGED

There is a root behind it.There is shade behind. There is a lap behind, Behind those memories, There is love behind it. Another turnover makeover the hope, One chapter opens, another is closed. I shouted, I shouted, I shouted aloud, All in me, all of me, I grabbed it all and threw it loud. A diagram, I made, a hope, I made pragmatically. Theorems I learned, but they should be understood for being learned; how it comes to get something another is a must. So if you want to see your soul, you should make your mirror free of dust. Acceptance and rejections, solutions and hurdles—that is what we call surviving; that is what we call living. For some, it is hell; for others, it is heaven. But we can't judge the book by its cover. There is accuracy and imperfections in between the chapters. Read it, accept it, but deny the judging and accept the procedure of enjoying.