The Sentence

I always ponder, as to what the mind thinks when it is writing a sentence.

The mind of that Pen's owner who has the authority to do so... Is it part of the Job, devoid of shivers or what?? I don't know!

These are the words I think about when I think of the instance a death sentence is written.

Being in that room, seeing the......

The Pen was dipped in and the last drop of ink,
For a Being was ready to nozzle out for his sink;
The writer had none of antagonism towards him,
Neither did the ambience have rivalry towards him.

Legacy and legality prompted the wordings,
The cause and action were not refutable verdicts;
But can an alien ‘Nib’ decide the last breath?
The storm of argument goes on and off the court.

As the last lines are born on a fresh white bark,
The hand has put on the role to erase a mark;
What goes on between all ears is hard to fathom,
How Man cannot absorb one of his own Axiom!

One more increment to the judgments in this world,
Three drops were powerful enough to seal a fate;
It’s true that brutality has to beget itself on thy,
But there are Peters, ‘Oh how can one abrogate?’

The last road of line is laid to lead him somewhere far,
It means the last glimpses of life for His two creations;
The hand has given away two lives in the legal Matrix,
The full stop has preceded the breaking of two necks.

Its one more work day for the head and the mob,
Many a lot don’t care but a few related do sob;
The Human thinks the script was not one to moan,
But Humanity says: ‘The Pen can not end its ownlife and signify the end of one!’ …..