Three Stories

Beneath the large banyan tree, a soul resides
Since the establishment of this large building
A statue of a woman, covering her eyes with black piece of cloth
A balance in her hand which is now tilted, the holes reveals her eyes
He heard about many cases, which challenges the truth behind humanity
The term often stands at the podium questioning its existence in real
He never went inside, as he can very well guess the outcome of hearings
The one which will rest concluding nothing
Day after day passed, files were piled like a dummy Everest.
Men in black attire just play like a doll, for a necklace and a videogame
But failed to see his son’s eyes that were filled with hatred
He lost his idol of life, the idol who sold morality in front of the crowd.
The twenty four carat pure diamond with handmade exclusive design
Never glittered around her neck, it chocked her to death.
The rich escaped, the middle men lived their life with unanswered question
Now the poor can’t even afford two meals, blisters were visible on feet
Now it’s the hundred and ninth hearing, he occupied his seat first
Quarter to nine, punctuality remained consistent till his last breath.