A Poor Rustic Poem by Gajanan Mishra

A poor rustic
Knows only state language.
Framing on falses
Cases he is booked.
The charges framed are
Not in state offical language
But in a foreign one
That he does not understand.
The court is there
In his own land
That is sovereign.
The judge and all judicial
Staff belong to the land
Of the villager.
The law, provisions all
Say the court would function
In state official language.
All the expenses of courts
Are meted out from the amount
Collected from villagers.
The poor man so to say for
Bread and cloth
Was beaten and jailed
But the business and big one
Who steal crores is allowed to escape.
The language of the proceeding
Of the court is foreign one
Contrary to law and consitution.
And yet we say'we the people, are
Sovereign and independent.
Equality of law is there.
Thanks to the system
Going on here.

* one may not treats it as a poem, but one must treats it a strong voice from the very core of the heart of a rustic tax-paid villager.