"The social judgement"

I was quiet

they called me egoist

no one cared to know

why I couldn't speak.

I was talkative

they called me babbler

no one cared to listen

the words which went

unspoken.

I was sad 

they called me depressed

no one cared to feel

the root of the agony.

I was laughing 

they called me clownish

no one cared to dig 

the dent behind the paint.

I was exasperated

they called me freak 

no one cared to examine

the prompt catalyst.

I was successful

they called it easy

no one cared to follow

the taken ruthless path.

I was failed

they called it undeserving

no one cared to trace 

the trodden thorny journey.

I  was wandering

they called me pauper

no one cared to give

a place to shelter.

I was doing charity

they called me imposter

no one cared to offer 

a hand to help.

I was working 

they called me busy

no one cared to understand

the hustled demarcated life.

I was available

they called me free

no one cared to acknowledge

I did something to please.

Taunts made, judgements

passed

I too was not exonerated

but my inner words kept

 my spirit san cremated.

                                             ✍️Rohit Raj✍️