Justice

I thought' it oft,
And I thought' it hard:
All but in vain,
In agonizing pain.
The age-old quest for justice
Is nothing but a wild-goose chase,
For 'tis unfairly judged in every case.
The justice of man in trained acting,
Delivered amid emotions:
Far from the subtleties of the facts,
With anthropic limitations,
More oft than not,
With intentions!

Life through the living's eyes

What's but life,
Other than that constant path
Towards an eventual decay?
What's but death,
Other than the end of that path?
What's but decay 'than entropy
That nature so madly loveth?
What's but love,
'Than the decay constant
That perpetuates the life-death pact,
So nature remains intact?
[What's but nature?
The living won't venture!]

The Up side of Down

Wherever there is a down,
There always lies an up
On the other side;
Whichever path you've to take,
'Tis only you to decide.
But in life, to be fair,
Up and down can oft be blurred;
All one can do to survive
Is to remain unstirred,
Despite all inclinations,
Through all tribulations!