You laughed at me, said I was "too pure,"
Because at 24, I hadn’t seen what the world obscures.
Mocked my innocence, called it a shame,
Yet, in the same breath, you played a godly game.
You, who stumbled drunk, unable to stand,
Proud of the bottle in your trembling hand.
Flaunting your sin like a badge of pride,
Now act as if you’ve got heaven on your side.
You preach of salvation, of being saved,
But when you spoke those words, were you brave?
Did God protect you as you threw your stones,
Judging me for boundaries that are my own?
I welcomed you in, offered a home-cooked meal,
A friend, not a foe—that was the deal.
Yet, you call me a hypocrite, point fingers and sneer,
When it’s your own reflection you should fear.
You broke laws, bent morals to your will,
Ask others to help while you stand still.
Cheated, lied, made life easier for you,
But now act like a saint, as if your sins withdrew.
You called them names, laughed at their plight,
But when your world crumbled, you begged for light.
Where were you when others needed grace?
Too busy running in your selfish race.
Now you claim to have dodged a bullet, so wise,
But the truth is clear behind your disguise.
You’re no saviour, no hero in this tale—
Just a man who hid behind a broken veil.
~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse
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