In the gloom of conscience

the bush of the criminal act

is humming in silence.

The alibi of blood stains and cloths

echoing the huge cry of the girl.

No one reached the spot

even after the information...

Every time..

The search is optional for the police.

Empathy is the geometry

connecting the self with the unknown

Suddenly, it collapses like a bridge

built on ice cubes..

The compassion of convenience

has become an act of ethics

just for applause.

Accountability has become

a torn assurance

of the amnesic bureaucracy..

The public

scrolls past the suffering of an unknown

as quick as possible,

The grief is not theirs.

Empathy has not died

But has been forced into exile.

whenever

accountability disappears...

Ragavapriyan Thejeswi