In the opinion of the poet in the present poem is that in the present days, justice has become a commodity of sale for some people. Though, there are immoral attacks on justice, it has survived the test of time only because of inherent strength.

Justice, which is exchanged for earning is no justice. Exchanging for earning is a trade. Today justice has become a commodity of sale for some people. Though there are immoral attacks on justice, it has survived the test of time only because of its inherent Strength. Still the justice struggles for its survival. She is cool like ice. She is still like rock. There is no way to attract her soul, but hardship makes her no more Justice. In justice makes her not a true justice. Now a days she is influenced by so called great and popular people Justice is shackled or chanced to bribe and greed she is pulled out by the popular people, or so called great people. They are to exploit her. They have kept her in the thick jungle of hightless night (in dark house). She is caught by, these people like a rat in the bag of death and like deer caught in lion’s resting place. In such a situation, she never reaches her self by herself. At present justice is forever from truth. The truth, that is God is pulled out from heart. She has lost her struggle for the right course. Indeed Justice is dead.