Amoral Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In realms where right and wrong collide,
There dwells a concept, often denied.
Not tethered to virtue or sin's sway,
Amoral walks its own path today.

It cares not for the norms we hold,
Nor tales of virtue, silver, or gold.
Untouched by the moral compass's might,
It roams in shadows, shunning light.

No creed constrains its wandering soul,
No guilt or shame can take its toll.
For in the realm of black and white,
Amoral dances in the gray of night.

Neither good nor evil claims its name,
In its existence, lies an enigmatic flame.
It neither judges nor seeks to redeem,
In its neutrality, a mystic scheme.

Yet beware, for in its silent guise,
Lurk echoes of truth, both subtle and wise.
For in the absence of moral decree,
We glimpse the world as it truly be.

Amoral, a mirror to our fractured soul,
Reflects the chaos, the cosmos whole.
In its ambiguity, we find our quest,
To seek the meaning, the ultimate test.

So let us ponder, with minds aglow,
The mysteries that amoral bestow.
For in its depths, we may yet find,
A truth that transcends the confines of mind.