"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: 3

And a final reckoning.



A Long Wait


Still he waits,
The future shuttered,
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,
In case.

 The script is blank,
His part unspoken:
A life deformed,
Bleak Housed,

His curse slow-fused,
His hope unfounded,
He waits.

Official figures show that more than 30 million cases are pending in Indian courts – some since 1950.

Picture taken In Palace Road, Cochin.