In the halls where truth is meant to thrive,
Lies a man, unheard, yet alive.
The gavel falls with a hollow sound,
Justice lost, where none is found.
He stands accused in a court’s cold glare,
Yet his cries dissolve in the stale air.
Evidence whispers, but no one hears,
Shattered dreams, and unspoken tears.
Lady Justice, blindfolded, they say,
Yet her gaze tilts another way.
His hands are bound, his truth confined,
A biased scale, a fractured mind.
Equality fades in the courtroom light,
Leaving shadows of a lonely fight.
He dreams of fairness, a fleeting star,
Justice, it seems, remains afar.
By Shruti Vhanmane (BCA 2023-27)