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Judge Not
I'm okay. You seem haltless. I'm brilliant. You lack lustre.
Could a wolf condemn a cow for being herbivorous?
Can a rose in full bloom slam a bud from the same cluster?
Doesn't the code of 'live and let live' make rights vigorous?
Forgiving frees my heart; forgetting makes me feather-light.
Doesn't a fresh-water bath cleanse and refresh my physique?
Doesn't my absolution make my foes forget their spite?
My heart should be full when I give. No gift; for me, I seek
There's a dustbite in my brother's eyes. There's a speck in mine.
I see the dust. Do I, like rays through a lens, penetrate?
Can the blind lead the blind? Jesus asked. Is all, with me, fine?
To remove the speck from my eyes, why do I hesitate?
The sun does not judge. Either the moon or the stars do not.
Why should I, a dust of dust, bring on beings any blot?
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Christuraj Alex
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