Justice Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

Now you realize, old man
That you too turn grey
And can't move at all
With broken leg after a fall.
You must remember now
The mistake you made
The dread sin of your life
You committed in daylight.
Now you must suffer alone
You must pay for your guilt,
The guilt written in your body,
In every breath you take.

Your mother daily you beat
In front of grown-up children
When she was alive and infirm
Drooped and wrinkled.
You slapped her hard
Dragged her, pushed her
Even once kicked her,
The mother who bore you,
Ensured your growth
Protected you always
Loved you till her end,
Only tears rolled from eyes.
I heard the sound of beating
The scream of her agony.
She has not died in peace
Rather fled from your cruelty,
Perhaps she is safe in heaven.

Now it is your turn, old man
You are lame and deaf too
The curse has eclipsed you
You can't earn for your family
You are a liability to them
You live on sympathy and compassion
This is the fate you deserve
It is poetic justice of your deeds.