Writing For Being Judged

By Harsha D Sachdev

I come to my poetry

With my eyes a little teary

Knowing it will not judge me like the rest did

By the window and under the moonlight I sit;

I start to rhyme about all that I hear

From being laughed at my height -short as a tiny tot

To never being pampered at home like the youngest child;

My poetry gives me rhymes

Doesn't ask what is the time;

Yet I am over here

Writing or rhyming for being judged

You may find my words as short as my height

Do not betray me like they did in the light;

I have been waiting to watch the sun rise

Since then I have only been writing about it when the moon up in the sky arise;

This is my love for my art

Tell me if you love it, 

For I have penned it down only from my heart. 

- from writing for the fear of being judged to writing for being judged

By Harsha D Sachdev