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The
royal scepter spins fast to sea all sides and rises above unjust emotion Sees
not distinctions rising from 'Mine-Thine' concept, or swayed by emotion
The guilty
must eat the fruit of action and the Law grinding mercilessly
Restores to the
society a finely polished gem worthy to be adored cheerfully
The
accused is may son prone to display of power & act in a way nonchalant
For
such, remorse holds not any grip, nor do they ever find Ethics relevant
So, no
place in society, nor We let them escape from the claws of Nemesis
My son has to be
driven over by royal chariot and he will face anon crisis.
I'll
myself drive the very same chariot at very sane spit in your presence
I can't
spare, nor sparing does good, so course of Dharma'll commence
Turning to
Premier, bade him keep ready all to implementing what he said
And sans remorse,
he drove the chariot over his son lying on road as bid.
Seeing
with moist eyes people said, his fame went higher than Tanjore tower Though invisible,
it lives in public memory as long as sanity shows its power.
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