An Appeal

 

The girl, You fat-shamed few days ago,

She fainted in school assembly today.

The boy you have named “Loser”

Yes, the one who failed continuously for 2 years,

Yesterday, I visited his room full of notepads.

He was trying so hard.

  WAS?

Last time teacher beat him in class,

Out of shame he jumped off school building.

What shall we name it?

Suicide or a brutal Murder?

Your grandma again forgot how to use smartphone,

You taught her more than 10 times, it obvious to shout. Right?

Or,

To say you are not good at learning.

But with which tone and glance?

She tied you tie till you were 15

And today, she kept the phone aside

Because you are out of patience.

The girl you called UGLY

She works 12 hours a day in office.

The girl you define “UNCOOL”

She is already fighting a troop to get what you have so easily.

The boy u called “OLD FASHIONED”

Along with his studies,

Is also earning bread for his family.

And the joke that made you laugh in class (you named it joke and also asked not to be offended)

Be sure that didn’t leave one person to tears.

You believe in being open,

She loves to stay inside closed doors.

You believe going out,

She opens door only for few.

Isn’t it okay to have different life and thoughts?

Won’t the garden with only one flower be boring?

None of us are alike.

Is it too difficult to follow silence sometimes?

At least when we are not sure what impact our words can bring.

Let them be what they are, let’s not only rest but live in a peace.

Words can be fatal than swords, let our words not paint our hands red.

                                                                 -POOJA SINGH