I was, till the other day, thinking
Justice is all ears and no eyes.
But dispensing justice
Is neither all ears nor all eyes.
In a world of Big Lies
Where judiciary has been wronged more than it wronged,
Has been collaterally damaged with democracy than it had
Collaborated with all pervading Goebbels,
Door-knocked more for blocking
Than seeking justice,
It needs to commission its sixth sense
Consciously laying the other five off to hiatus
To sift through the thin air of arguments and counters
To catch the fleeting trace,
A hint, a notion, a signature, or
The smell of truth
That can stamp down even a herculean lie.
Blind fold is but a manifestation
Of its yogic trance. Workshop # 17