In the tiny crevices
in the mountainside
he found her footholds.
He cringed,
and gave them a call.
They disinterred the body
and held an autopsy.
“A girl committed suicide
and buried herself in the mountainside,”
came a report in the next day’s paper.
He laughed
and prostrated himself
before the idol of Justice.
“Justice is nothing
but just an ice for me.
When will the justice live solely
on the strength of justice?”
They heard him murmuring.
Copyright 2009 Bhuwan Thapaliya
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