Law

a poem by Mayank Mohan Pande

For most of my life I saw,
A gross deviation from the laid down law.
This violation was within and without,
With actions resulting from the world of doubt.
One good thing about this feature,
Is that in this universe there are disciplining forces of nature.
Let me be whipped, the rascals hanged.
There is something wrong with the the law of the land.