On how many occasions we saw it proved correct
Yet my heart says it is a mirage
Thought mind tries to convince
It is very much possible and happening
If mind is correct, then shall I believe,
That the delayed justice on earth
Will also be denied on heavens?
Or will earth plea on my behalf for justice?
To prolong any matter beyond time
Will make it like a rubber band stretched
Making it too long and too thin
So that by the time, it is to be proved
The rubber band will cease to exist.
Let this matter be played between
The heart and the mind like a ping-pong
One question another and other volleying back
Till it reaches deuce or egalite no advantage.
By the time the final justice is delivered
Neither the matter, nor the dispute remains
All surrendered to the will of fate
Where justice itself argues for its existence
Will the number of delays it encountered
Justice demands and delays defy.