Circumspection Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

Sometimes, I don't even judge myself
Judge my past actions
God knows what compelled me
To take certain actions

And sometimes, I don't judge others
When only a shadow of a doubt
Separates the right from the wrong
And it confuses me

How finely balanced
Is my sense of justice?
Am I able to separate
The black, the grey and the white?

So I sit and analyze
Till it all becomes a whirl
Till my mind and eyes get tired
And I succumb to blissful sleep