Justice

Justice! Where is it? Impossible to trace it, It is lost in the cloudy and gloomy realm. Still the great word is in vogue, They use it with immense pride to deceive the innocent men, This is simply ignominious. But the young poet is very enthusiastic To write a poem with the great word 'justice' With his clean and transparent feelings. So he begins to write, But it is strange that every time the prefix '-in'comes before the root word 'justice' And it becomes 'injustice'. It is always injustice and injustice that pervades his great domain, Being angry and frustrated the poet stops writing And laments for the groaning reality of the harsh time.