Sonnet - Unpaid Commissioner Poem by Ramesh Iyengar

Lo, behold! my griefs aren't one
For many in quick sequence begun
Way back, by this court’s order
Warranted to a juris commission proper
Whereupon, my team set forth thither
To a tiny village not so near
Woe be it, under a white hot sun
Grilled as fish, roasted as hen
We to grave task mend our day
Tiresome, long, tedious, disputed any way
At length accomplished, report submitted
Yet by a cunning knave, shrewd unpaid
Pray, let my fee due be given
To thee this is my plea again.