Man’s history is waiting in patience for the triumph of the insulted man – Rabindranath Tagore
The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice – Martin Luther King
Arc bends towards, bends away from, and then
towards: there is – should be – a trend as it tends
to and fro, as it reaches your innards and pulls
your poor and lustful soul out, lets it breathe in one
more gaspful of joy – incipient, unmindful – as it tends
one more time. This is play? This is play. Just as it
does, it does and is.
Nuance is to get it right, just so, in the
Small small. In the stream of wakeful
Error, the nit picking of the shore, the
Tiny nudge, the eastward drift. In the
House of joy there is just the just so
and just not-so. All else is un-just.
Justice is either embedded in the act of joy
Or it is the shadow lining the breach that
Decides what must be overcome in order
For the two to be one. At times, the emphasis
Is explicit, needs to be thus, and at times, needs
To be less extroverted, a silent friend, a voice
That grazes the small small, a meekness that
Aims not to overcome but comes over often.