Today, I met with Justice!

When I fell from the 18th floor of a building,

When I was handcuffed and given some pills,

When I looked in the mirror and said hello to myself,

When I saw no one around me

while grass rooted in a small cottage,

Today, I met with justice.

They say justice looks like time:

On top of toes,

No hair,

Can’t see its eyes,

Inclined back,

And always running.

But I met with a different person.

She said she’s the only justice

Looked upon by innocent criminals,

Innocent boys who

don’t have the habit of intoxication

while staying in a hostel,

And a very confident girl

who can’t fight gym-bound boys,

As well as a mom

who was innocent in a relationship

but was left by her dad.

I doubt she was a lady,

But she couldn’t speak.

I doubt she was pretty,

But her clothes were not visible.

Were they black? Were they white?

I doubt she was tall,

But it couldn’t be advertised like the Eiffel Tower.

I doubt she was arrogant,

But maybe it was not nice and lovely

for the middle and lower class alike.

She said to me

in code words

that I met her today,

but kindly stay away

from her good friend

who mostly takes her place

in the outer world, “Mr. Injustice.”

“© 2024 Jaskaran Singh. All rights reserved.”