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Saint or sinner?

With a critical mind and sorting bin,

Ready to dissect with iron will,

Summoning the mighty judge within,

Merciless to faults, picky about skill.

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Each word and deed inspected with ardour,

Leaving no room for reckless mistakes,

Customised law books used with fervour,

Unmindful of the victim’s heartaches.

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Harvesting outcomes with precision,

Playing God, broadcasting might,

Basking in his gallant decision, 

Losing sight of his impending plight.

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He too shall bow under the scanner,

Facing the  verdict of β€˜saint or sinner’.

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    • Thanks so much for the encouragement, dear Natasha. Not happy with this poem.
      But thanks so much for reading my attempts and motivating meπŸ€—πŸ’šπŸ’š So grateful to each of you.

      I love your poems, too…. so full of wit and humour and wisdom.

    • Thank you so much for reading and the insightful comment, ma’am. πŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’š I have fixed the word β€˜impartial’.
      Just wanted to highlight in the poem that most of us always scrutinise other people under the microscope of our unique law books (with prejudices and biases) and then declare them sinners for the slightest slips, oblivious to the fact that we too are and would be under other people’s scanners, facing the same trial. πŸ™‚

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