The Fore Finger

I was one among those girls
Who keep talking about others
More than the self all the time
I used to point at others
Talking about their mistakes
Their negetives and failures
Sometimes on achievements too
With a jealous burning inside
This would give me strange satisfaction
A cruel yet happy feeling

But somebody one day made me
Look at my own fingers
When my hand is pointing at others
Only my fore finger looks forward
Where as all other fingers
Will be pointing to myself..!!
This is the reality in fact
We never realize that
If we are talking about others
Even others will be talking about us
We always get back the same
What we give to others