Jannat sony
4 hours ago










It costs no effort to point a hand,
To judge what we don't understand.
We weigh their flaws with sharpened eyes,
While hiding truth beneath disguise.
We build our pride on others' fall,
As if we've never slipped at all.
Yet every heart, if looked within,
Will find its own forgotten sin.
The loudest voice that loves to blame
May fear its own reflected shame.
For mirrors speak without applause,
Revealing every hidden cause.
Real courage is not standing tall
By proving someone else is small.
It lives inside the humble soul
That owns its scars and seeks to grow.
So judge with kindness, not with pride,
For truth is never found outside.
The hardest lesson we can make
Is seeing first our own mistake.
For those who master this rare art
Carry wisdom in their heart.
They mend themselves before they speak,
And find that grace belongs to the meek.





