Let Me Say, Let Me Say, Let Me Finish, Let Me Finish And As Thus Said And Quarrelled They Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Let me finish, said he, let me finish said again
And on hearing it, the second party too said it,
Le me finish, let finish,
One kept saying, another kept saying
But who would,
Who would have his say first?

The debate took the shape of a quarrel
As both of them competed with as for the first say
And it was a disputed matter of course
But thank God, somebody as the third person was there
To come in between to compromise
And lo, with the name of his,
Came he to settle as a nowhere judge,
Without any tears in the eyes
And take you both for a pleader and a judge.


First, he asked them to be quiet, promising to hear turn by turn
And if they continued to behave in that way,
He would move away
And hearing it, the parties hushed up
As who would plead in the roadside court,
How would the things be sorted out of the bundles
Of the court campus clerks and other related people
Waiting for a way out to come,
Not drawn through a lottery draw,
But by propping a coin into the air
And the fall deciding the fate of the teams

And as thus was tossed, one won while another lost the toss
But geared up to fight their cases,
Giving a tougher fight and stand
And the panch parameshwara, the local body of five men not
Swearing in the name and delivering
After trying to be neutral and impartial
In Indian villages not,
The witness was he had to settle
The matter brewing
To change into a whirlwind or a jungle fire

And on seeing it, came he counsel and pacify
Two wayward fellows
Drawn into a dispute unnecessarily
And after having settled, the judge before leaving the place
Asked for a present,
Which they could not
But they offered a cup a of tea jointly
As for a settlement
And the efforts to bring them down to a sitting table

And finally sharing a talk together with, asking them to handshake
Which but they not,
He just holding them to make shake and joining together,
Without having charged for as his judgement,
The care-taker, the typist, the notary and the head clerk
Keeping the files bundled,
Giving justice cheaply
And counselling to have patience,
To hear patiently

And to let them say turn by turn
As one hearer cannot hear so many things at a time,
This much can he say that the aggrieved parties will be attended to,
No one will have to go empty-handed
As it’s not like the professional court campus which breaks at four
And the files will not remain bundled up here at my own disposal
Without any clerk who will suppress and prop up
Without any rhyme or reason.

Justices has to be delivered
But without bargaining,
Sometimes free of cost,
Should not be delayed
And to me to deny justice not delivered
And it’s also a type of sin,
This the lapses of law
Which blind to its own fault as the system of justice
As such
And if to be reviewed wisely and compassionately
There has to be more and more acquittals

Let me say, let me say; let me, let me finish,
He saying
And you saying, let me, let me say, let me finish it
And I a passer-by coming in-between,
Dragged and drawn into
For no fault of mine,
To hear and settle your matter,
See I too have to return home,
Well, thank you, brother, am going,
Taking leave of you,
You go this way and he will that way.