"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

A Long Wait

________________

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.

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2 responses

  1. toniannealyn

    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.

    July 27, 2011 at 10:25 pm

    • May the richness of colour never fade…

      July 28, 2011 at 7:27 am

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