“Please Proceed” snapped the judge, peering through the glass;
The witness pointed at the defendant,
Pausing in the stand,
The accused stood, with no demand.
Robed in premium suit, his shoes like silver shone;
He didn’t care a hoot, his face as smooth as stone.
“You are under Oath.” The Lawyer resounded,
“Can you tell the Jury, how you executed
And darted from the crime scene,
Your face in Halloween? ”
“What was your state of mind? ”
Well - working like a clock!
Where you stoned? Intoxicated?
No my Lord, Never violated.
How are you employed? How much schooling?
“I cleanse The Lord’s idols! I dream for a living”.
“Would you like to say anything on your behalf, for your sin? ”
“Yes my lord; in your books, this is major felony.
Beseech you to pass the death penalty!
But this garb was a present from your lawyer, for a day.
In the courtroom “yes’ is all I’d to say.
I’m blind as a bat and poor as a church mouse.
I’m playing the Blind Man’s Bluff today.
Award me the gallows! Heaven's a reward.
I’m just a forlorn blind! Not out of my mind!
So my question to you my Lord -
Do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
A real twist! How many innocents are turned scapegoats! While the miscreants escape unscathed, the poor and the weak are harassed and tortured! To them death is preferable to miserable living! Powerful write Roopa!
Nice poem. This poem also brings out the difference between legal truth and real truth. I pity the blind man!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem to remember