The standards I made

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I wish I was blind
rather than the one to find
mistakes, flaws and shortcomings of mankind
I wish I was dead
rather than to live a life based on hatred
how many people I ridiculed
how many souls I abandoned
just because they did not seem to fit in
with the standards that I made
God! who am I to choose
when You don’t refuse
why I pushed away and repelled those
when they wanted to become close

I wish I should have felt the hurt
my face be lost in dirt
everytime I walked away from crowd
just because they seemed different from my idealistic groups
only coz they were deviation from my own built standards
how many hearts I broke
how many feelings and emotions that I choked
when I looked away from people and chose to ignore
when they were knocking at my door
my nose in the air made me so proud
and now neither me, nor anyone fits
to the standards that I made even a bit
God! who am I to choose
when You don’t refuse
why I pushed away and repelled those
who wanted to become close

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2013)
Coff’s Harbour, Australia
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