Most of us worry too much about what others think of us. I was also a victim of this thought process. At that time, I jotted down a poem to help me tackle this issue. I’m sharing that here.

Call me weird, 
Call me wasted, 
Call me whatever. 
How does it matter 
What they chatter? 
They, who suffer the dearth 
Of their self-worth.

Call me vain, 
Call me insane, 
Call me whatever. 
How does it matter 
What they chatter? 
They, whose lives are a bane 
That snap in strain.

Call me smart, 
Call me an art, 
Call me whatever. 
How does it matter 
What they chatter? 
They, who in tittle-tattle 
Cover up their inner rattle.

Call me a ghoul, 
Call me an angel, 
Call me whatever. 
How does it matter 
What they chatter? 
They, whose hearts don’t care
And hands can’t wipe a tear.

A poem by Sri Devi Om