Conscience

A woman
Folded handedly pleading
To a fat man
Who was lost in his
Own glare of rhythm
She deplores to cleara cheque
Lately provided by society
As to manage her
Daughter marriage
The officer,
Don’t become compassionate
Adhere to principleof non allowing her
More than the amount prescribed
He even don’t bother to realize
The situation
Wrinkled woman was facing
I watched the
Whole scenario inquisitively
Divinely
A though strike to my psyche
I fumbled my bag
Which carries money
I thought to help her
But , stopped
Though my conscience
Betrayed
I still persisted
Not to part with money
I consoled my conscience
My values, my thoughts,
My humility, my charity
By clandestine reasoning that
Thou do not know
Why should I help then
But my conscience joltedcursed my inhumanity
I completed my job
And smart fiddling
In justifying my deed
And rational behind it

Raj Gupta