The World That Judged Me

By Amitava Chaudhuri

They fault me for those

Small things I failed to do.

They mocked my ignorance,

Forgetting the million things I knew.

They valued not what I prized,

Those precious things I stored,

Sneering at my but one dislike,

They forgot the thousands I adored.

For all the good things of my life,

The cruel world had no name,

For they had found that one tiny blot

For which, me they shall always blame.

By Amitava Chaudhuri