Justice And Foreign Poem by Gajanan Mishra

No justice is here,
But only foreign language
Reign supreme.
No touch, no feeling,
No truth and no
Smell of the earth
And nothing is here.
But we are in a justice
Delivery system- that
Has no value
In present system.
We know justice delayed
Is justice deny.
Are the persons
Who are in this system
Ever cry for anyone
Who is in sorrow?
Are they willing to hear,
Willing to write
In the language of
The sufferers?
If no, what type of
Justice delivery system it is?
Justice to the just people
Is our motto.
But where it is?
Our democratic norms
Say- by the people
For the people, of the people.
But people- nowhere.
Where are we going now?
Let us wait a while,
And ponder over it.