Let Heaven Sit In Judgment
Let heaven judge, man I doubt can,
Pretending egos oft go wrong,
What’s justice judged by human pen?
If truth should die ere rise again,
Who'd ever sing its righteous song?
Let heaven judge, man I doubt can.
A child's born and grows to be man,
Truth grows no girth, lives ever young,
What’s justice judged by human pen?
And youth grows to be flightless hen,
Led by logic goes on along,
Let heaven judge, man I doubt can.
Let heart and head judge as one then,
Let no one hit the final gong,
What’s justice judged by heartless pen?
If seamless do days and nights run,
The divide can’t be firm and strong,
Let heaven judge, man I doubt can,
What’s justice judged by human ken?
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A child, an instinctive natural judge, never sits in judgment of right and wrong. So is an old man in his second childhood. But a youth tends to be rational being ruled by head rather than heart. And yet, who can say what's right and what's wrong; when a day begins, when ends; when precisely light takes over from darkness? Between white and black there lies grey, as does between right and wrong, between truth and falsehood, and so are all contrasting opposites in life. There is one infinite continuum; only peoples' perspectives differ. Who are we humans to sit in judgment? This Villanelle too is not sure. Maybe, justice is best done when we refrain from judging!
Villanelle |06.03.2022|
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2022
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