How many miles will you tread
To suffer pain, and seek justice?
Because I have drowned to the depth of pain,
And climbed the steep unending mountains of justice,
Only finally to see the overarching ‘nothingness’ of life!
When his dirty hands pushed me inside the deep water,
Fooling me into believing that ‘dark is beautiful’!
I could see the rooted ugliness of the ‘azure’ that blindfolded my eyes;
Made me question what was beautiful at all?
Was it the azure? Or the filth in its root?
Today, the blue water still shines under the sun,
His hand, sanitized in the same water,
But roots have become wolverine
overgrown, in its satiety
feeding on my shrieks, grown dendrites to trap more.
Justice? I screamed for justice!
But my screams were measured
against the decibels of unintelligible ‘facts’:
“The water is clean”, “no mark of war”
“Your body?” “weak, dark and filthy”,
“But clean of scars!”
“Where is your injustice?”
In the memory, sir!