The Case Poem by Krish King Nishanth

As I stand, razor in hand,
Shaving clean my face.
Barrister Heart and learned counsel Mind,
are fighting my romance case.

Mind goes first, defines lust,
says this so called love must end.
If 'seeing someone' means just looking at them,
then you surely are not her boyfriend.

Objection my honor, says Heart from a corner,
she gives his pulse a chase.
Objection denied, shouts spinal cord,
Its irrelevant to the case.

My first witness, is Sarah's dress,
claims Mind, as he brings a dustbin up.
Into this she'd put his gift after,
burning his face with a tea cup.

Cross question now, and Heart goes slow,
first secures the holy oath.
The tea cup's a thing of the past he says,
Now just take a look at them both.

He is kissing her, their views concur,
and oh, well they're going out.
So my lord, I request thee,
to accept the love in this court.

Next in queue, in the witness crew,
is the latest shopping mall.
He'd reached the place an hour before the date,
and She'd not even bothered to call.

With this cruel joke, the heart gets a stroke,
and puts his papers down.
Mind stands up and claps at the my face,
says you were fighting for a clown.

Judgement hour, Spine has the power,
He grips his ball pen tight.
Writes his decision down and says,
Mr. Heart you were always right.