Everyone has a Chief Justice
Of the Inner Court of its own-
A sitting judge in its Court Room
No verdict from outside is needed
To stand up against crimes as a duty
But, standing up against manipulation
And politicization of a tragedy, a liability.
Politicians are masters of the game
Acting together for justice and sin-
Coming on streets demanding justice
For the victims, hoping the best-
As if, King is dancing with the beggars.
Let's believe in the noble stories
Missing its soul, for over-speed
Living without a life liner-
Reality is missing beyond the clouds
And truth appears to be bogus.
How to sleep over such injustice-
When pretty-notes bridge the breaths
Bridging breaths of several cultures
Seeking justice on different orbits.
The brighter side of darkness-
Dark-black hearts and minds malicious
Strange combination of lighter veins
Trying to bring fake smiles and laughter.
Mystifying, political colours and shades
Watching out, more games getting bigger
With varied contents audience is spread
Growing up huge with each passing day.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2018
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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