DISPUTE
By :- AK Nongthang Angomcha(Akoijam Romila Devi)
Lecturer, Department of English Naorem Birahari College, Khundrakpam
At the lock of eyes blind
With a puzzle keys play
Credit sues against the client
For the resolution of ultimacy.
Conflict knots all, nothing's left unbound
Passion flares emotions that burn
Counterfeit companion sneaks in holes
Intrigues hide in burrows black.
The lock screams,"No entry! No entry!
Is the judge a bust hollow?"
Authority is the gun head lies under
The instructor insists the key to access.
The door once stayed still claims
"Who will judge to solve the crisis?
I'll be lost! I 'll be lost!"
O ultimacy! O ultimacy!
Bring the truth out, where is justice?
O magistrate! O magistrate!
Are you still hiding the key
Whom the lock's been waiting for long?
The silence of the steps echo the corners
Hark ! Hark ! Hark !
O door! Captive of confusion!
Cry out in a tone, outrage your voice aloud.
Will a hammer open all the entrances?
The right key has the right to cling the lock sealed
Will the world be ruled by masks of disguise?
The fingers of fake laws create
A world obsessed with deceit
To reign over originality by knocking it down.
Will the fake keys be the means
To open all the doors of dispute?
Should we still be the inhabitants
Of hell overfilled with unsettled compromises?
Isn't there a privacy for truth in justice?
Isn't a fair judgement an invitee there?