Oscar Wilde Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

To charge Oscar Wilde in this way and to convict
And put behind the bars,
Into the prison cell
As a prisoner
Was not good at all
For English system of law and judgement.

To jail a genius in such a way not at all acceptable
Which they did,
While dispensing with him,
A literary artist of standing,
Who might have erred,
But the years could have been lessened

With a precautionary warning which they did not
As for considering his case especially
And to our astonishment,
He was convicted as a prisoner,
Just for loose and unethical morality.

Widle, they could jail a genius like you,
A budding artist,
An impressionist,
A subjectivist
And a sensationalist,
Believing in art for art’s sake.

An aesthetician, you too erred
In going to the extremes
By doing as such
And being charged of misleading
And the attraction of a boy for a boy
Accepted they not in a good sense.

Whatever be the flaw of your character
They could trace out,
But I admire you
As for keeping with love
The lock of hair of your sister
In an envelope as a memory of hers.