Justice

It may be 

A malarkey for you, 

But I envy the mascara 

That ostentatiously touches 

Your eyelashes. 

I envy the lipstick 

That touches your pink lips 

With ease. 

I envy the cream 

That touches 

The contour of your face. 

I crave for your

nearness, 

I crave for your touch. 

Is this condign justice,

The non-living get 

Umpteen chances and the

living, 

Spirited Heart is denied? 

I want justice, 

I want your love, 

I want your love.