Waiting For Justice Poem by AAHAN VARMA

A family believed

The truth would be enough.

That the law would listen.

That justice would be tough.

So they waited.

One hearing.

One date.

One promise at a time.

Trusting that sooner or later,

The truth would finally shine.

But months became years.

Years became pain.

The headlines moved on,

Yet the wounds remained.

The courtroom stayed busy.

The calendars filled.

But every postponed answer

Left another hope killed.

The question isn't

Whether laws exist.

The question is—

Why justice feels like this.

The question isn't

Whether courts can decide.

The question is—

Why people grow tired waiting outside.

For the powerful,

The road often seems wide.

For the powerless,

Every step feels like a climb.

And somewhere between

The arguments and delay,

A grieving family wonders—

'Will our turn ever come one day? '

People don't lose faith

Because crime exists.

Crime has always existed.

That's not the twist.

People lose faith

When answers arrive too late.

When justice keeps walking,

While pain is forced to wait.

We don't ask for revenge.

We don't ask for rage.

We just want to know—

Why does justice take so long to reach the page?

Because justice delayed

Feels different from justice denied.

And every year of silence

Leaves another scar inside.

If the law belongs to everyone,

Then answer honestly—

Why do some people wait for justice,

Longer than they wait for life to be free?