The Missing

Justice eluded her.

Soon,
All wrongdoings will be set free.

On the channels, in the news—
Different words, different songs.
Your cries, your laments—
A silent symphony.

Prepare yourselves; line up.
Next Abhayas,
With your mouthful names,
Join the queue.

Your purpose has expired.
You are lost.
With you,
Vanished are the relentless
Pain and sorrow.

You remain untraceable,
The nation mourns your remains,
your absence.
Their frustration is boundless.
As usual,
You go missing again.