Lady justice lays still; Stranded Blindfolded with net For a clear vision There’s always good evidence Yet no conviction And acquittals abound “No convincing evidence” So capital crimes Become common scenes And common sins With rare convictions and no jailing They’ve made filthy history; Due process, fairness and honesty An anti-office activities, Acquiring unhealthy wealth… Continue reading STILL JUSTICE


I’m a living death: O, find me in the silent yard! Rustling with fury foliage There, where whines and groans unheard Chirpy azure, discharged mirth But under the sun, I long to slake; ‘Tis my dying soul with chilly breath I’m a cloud, lightning: no peal, no sound! Silently mourning with strange dirge O, I,… Continue reading LIVING DEATH