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Still he waits,
Impassive.
The future shuttered,
Empty.
All doors are locked,
Each window bolted.
Again I pass.
And still he sits:
A tableau.
The street his home,
The film-set of a silent role:
His vigil barren,
And purpose spent.
Still he waits,
For what?
A piece of paper, signed and sealed,
The chance that someone hears.
Blind justice,
Just,
In case.
The script is blank,
His part unspoken:
A life deformed,
Bleak Housed,
Deferred.
His curse slow-fused,
His hope unfounded,
Sitting,
Still,
He waits.
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Official figures show that more than 30 million cases are pending in Indian courts – some since 1950.
Picture taken In Palace Road, Cochin.
Your last several posts have touched something deeply emotional inside me and I find myself unable to form responses. I can, however, say of this post that your words are poetic in the extreme. Still the colour goes on.
May the richness of colour never fade…