Blank Verse On Society Poem by ashok jadhav

1. Power and Corruption
The seat of rule is polished, bright, and cold,
Its surface hides the hands that grasp and take.
Decisions fall like coins into the void,
Yet those who speak of honor turn away.
The lowly see the hunger, see the grin,
And feel the weight of law applied to none.
No single act can shatter such a throne,
Yet every compromise lays stone on stone.
We wonder if the world was meant for kings,
Or if their crowns exist because we bow.
And still we watch, constrained by fear and hope,
As power twists the truth into its shape.
2. Justice Delayed
The gavel waits, a promise not yet kept,
Its echo hollow in the waiting halls.
Complaint and witness circle, year by year,
While hope decays beneath the slow-moving law.
The injured sigh, the wrong persists in place,
And time becomes the accomplice of neglect.
We measure loss in moments passed unread,
In children grown and parents gone unheeded.
The weight of fairness drags behind each step,
Yet still we hope, despite the stalled decree.
For justice, though delayed, may yet arrive,
If patience holds, though scarred, within the heart.
3. The Individual Versus Society
I walk apart while crowds advance in line,
Their faces focused on the common plan.
To speak a truth that differs is to risk
The judgment cast by those who will not hear.
Yet conscience drives the step against the stream,
And makes a solitary path its own.
The city hums, indifferent to dissent,
Its customs framed to swallow one alone.
And still I stand, defying careful ease,
Aware that some resist, some will betray.
The self persists, though burdened by the mass,
A flickering proof that thought may claim its ground.
4. The Invisible Suffering
They pass unnoticed in their quiet grief,
The hands that toil and bear without applause.
No headlines tell the story of their pain,
No law demands the comfort owed to them.
Yet in the shadowed corners of the world
Their lives are lived with courage unobserved.
We see their plight only if we choose,
Yet choice is weighed against indifference.
The moral call arrives, soft, unobtrusive,
Yet one can answer or continue blind.
To recognize the hidden cost of life
Is small, yet carries all the weight of care.