Set The Stakes High Poem by Emma Rose

I felt offended.

I felt disgusted.

Like someone slapped me in a packed-courtroom;

Someone spitted on me in public.



I file a case in your Court

But no one is read to be my pleader, My Lord.



Which provision you would apply, sir?

Which section of IPC fits here?

If there any section

Incorporated in any law

Of your sacrosanct legal system

To save me from such filthy remark?



What evidences you would like to Examine?

My soul?

My heart, or,

My bleeding wound? ?

As there is no one ready to be my witness.



If you would conduct a fair trial? Or,

An ex-parte judgment would be passed? ?

And you would hold me guilty

Of opening this defying mouth?



What if he denied allegations, sir?

Then what punishment you would award me?

Under which section I would be convicted?

Defamation! Conspiracy! Criminal contempt!



What is my offence, my lord?

What crime have I committed?

Please reveal the charge-sheet

And send a warrant to arrest my freedom

And let the world know my crime

Show them my true face, my true color.

I am ready to pay any price

For the freedom of speech,

For the right to privacy.

So set the stakes high.