Relinquished earth !
When every fathomable judgment passes , a entity is summoned, Every dark-lit word , whiplashes in your flesh, eroding your self-respect and dignity, Are they the only with the power to judge ?or Are you powerless ? The resonating words : What goes around, comes around. When Mortality herself judges you, should you not pay heed to how you are judging her projectile ? Should' nt life be just fair, If Mortals have the wisdom to judge others with their fragmented,vulgar, impulsive, slap-stick dialect, do they never pay any heed to how they are being judged ? Is it true that a Mad-man is usually free of any luggage ? Does it never occur to them that life is about resonating like a filled girdle of ledge-liquid , rather than a battering self which usually stammers on its own semi-moronic self, when its at the receiving end ? Do people really know when they have puissance ? Are they that Vain ? Does life always side-by people who can never embrace themselves when they are cornered ? Does