Ends of Justice

Rewards are tokens of blind missions undertaken
directed by the devils of destructive contruction
that thrive like eves on the fruits snitched by adam
and present it to the god of the garden of eden
pleased by a numerical argumentation added
unnaturally to the course of events meandering
through the probabilities of circumstances unfolding
in a flurry of words, concretized by conviction
and nothing else to it, except the burden of precedent
don a gown to convince the arbiter of a biased view
favourable judgments reside in a strong solitary sinew
held together by the chains of presumptory growth
a tuft of hair held back by pins pasted by case-laws
eyes waft in all directions to anchor at a station
moving from one step of the ladder up at a time
can you put up a performance to support a case sublime
six months into the making, yet a foetus terribly undeveloped
roils in the midst of uncemented nerves
harangued by a flurry of objections constructed
in a manner of theatrical accusations
that perpetrate a horror of untimed delays
the promise of relief is the one that sedates
a constructive jugglery of words that dance magically
fructifying into sapphires and delicious condiments
of a mixed masala that shines into the sunrays of justice
ahoy, the allegations of those that witness like spectators
and pass judgments as if in the middle of circumstances
nothing can be farther from the truth that is evident
that those innumerables suffer from a lack of perspective
like a butterfly misbelieving in the innocence of cyclones
even as linguistic barriers cause trouble to thigh bones
but who will really accept that bygones be bygones
until and unless relief shines brightly like light cones
farther from the danger, resides the comfrotable transaction
of colliding one against another in a comity of strangeness
that mixes squares with circles in geometric protuberance
enhanced by aspirations emanating lotus-like in a sea of ignorance
pardon me the quickfire notions of forming assumptions
but the kingdom of god promised to you is just an appeal away
for why should I propagandize and militate in front of the munsiff
if not the god has a higher god to sway
each time,that I am at a loss for words
I just simply have to look in the books and be reminded
that scoring stuff means looking at stuff and also behind it
besides it, let me now get to the jugglery of words
when I have to whistle or tattle a tale of the absurd
a conviction demonized by the opponent that seeks me by the neck
all I do to keep myself sane is to believe it to be a test
of some higher purpose and a grander design
that works behind the scenes as inevitable crimes
but shines through the murky theatrics of characterless villains
in a light show of which drops and hops
like the entangled twins of freedom and justice
but rest assured, the divine machinations of those crafty
at words, and let them put together a machination
bereft of a touch of humanity, yet subservient to humanism
search for the ends of justice in the midst of pluralism
sentence me as a coloured pictogram of perceptual views
to the ghettos of segregated notions of differentials
trapped in vials of freedom reserved for the conformists
that forever flutter along with the wind in a chase




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