DIVINE JUSTICE

One window open, one wide shut
The incompleteness; fair enough
Stuck in hinges, the unopened door
Craving since an eternity & some more

While our desires run at insane angles
And want becomes an ineffable disguise
The window desires just summer breeze
To pass through its dormant opening

And as a witness, to my surprise,
The other hinge; the open one
Seemed perhaps to waver in its freedom
Not as a wanderer but as a captive

Sans any complains or reforms
The window reminded just how it were
And another day passed by– futile;
Trying to comprehend divine justice

-K.G.