Say, if I kill the one who killed
Do I become a peace keeper?
A law abider?
A God believer?
A good citizen
Or, even a moralistic embodiment?
Why, when the one who killed
Is inevitably inhabited by darkness,
Invaded by evil demons,
Acting out as he does
Just to illustrate moral justice
In the societal gaze
Binds me to a set of karmic rules
Which in turn,
Acts out on my soul
In the court of God!
Then, what am I to do with the one who killed
Do I look at him, with teary eyes
And tell him that God will take care of you
Do I keep him in a cage
And think to myself,
That God shall not be angry if I do such
As long as I kill him not!
Do I set him free
While telling the rest of the world
I am not the keeper of the world
I have thus, no right in judging
Him who killed!
Pray, the world is a revolving confusion
Humans, imbibed with beauteous art
Can dance as if they were Gods
Merely to exalt the hearts of music lovers
But, humans,
Can also be imbibed with such grisly intentions
As to snatch the breath off innocence’s eyes
So that
Innocence no longer can flutter its wings
And amaze onlookers
As it dances, at midnight
On the clear waters of ponds
Illumined by huge moons!
Pray, choosing what to do with the one who killed
In a world where philosophies
And theories abound as to how
Both the one who killed and I
Should behave
Remains an impossible feat
For a frail hearted one such as me!
May they find the purpose of such
Those who are brave at heart!