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Judging far... Story through Poem
Went for a trip,from routines clutch.
Got a taxi,paid not too much.
Saw one beggar,weak in a sludge.
His begging face,gave me a nudge.
I gave him money without any fudge.
Asked my driver,never prejudge.
When he acted calm,without any touch.
Meanwhile taxi dipped in smudge.
I ordered driver ,"repair"with grudge.
Driver smiled,left like a drudge.
Saw his limping foot,I never saw as such,
His words were silent,he was mute in its touch.
I saw the beggar,in the mirror,a nonesuch.
I was far too gone ,to judge and misjudge.
Please Give me your valuable "Judge"ments.
Got a taxi,paid not too much.
Saw one beggar,weak in a sludge.
His begging face,gave me a nudge.
I gave him money without any fudge.
Asked my driver,never prejudge.
When he acted calm,without any touch.
Meanwhile taxi dipped in smudge.
I ordered driver ,"repair"with grudge.
Driver smiled,left like a drudge.
Saw his limping foot,I never saw as such,
His words were silent,he was mute in its touch.
I saw the beggar,in the mirror,a nonesuch.
I was far too gone ,to judge and misjudge.
Please Give me your valuable "Judge"ments.
