Court Scene

a poem by Hyder Nayab

Prosecution:
My Lord, we have a criminal here,
Who slew his soul to live himself;
Who put to death his inner being
So as to lead an evil life,
With id ensconced and unrestrained,
In all its noxious animal strength,
To ravage guileless fellowmen.
The facts put forth have established
My Lord, the crime of this accused;
So, he be sent to jail for life.

Defense:
My Lord, the lordship would admit
That disposal of one’s own soul
Might be sinful but no felony.
Dispatching ‘self’ is not a crime!
My client has not even killed himself;
But rid himself of his wishful soul;
And thereafter is sailing smooth.
As such there is no culpable crime
In what he did, and what he is.
So, he be acquitted of the charge.

Prosecution:
But, my Lord, this man sans a soul
Could prove to be a deadly beast…

Defense:
Objection my Lord!
My client is… a respectful man.

Judge:
Objection sustained;
Prosecution should keep control on words,
And be courteous while in this court.

Prosecution:
Sorry, my Lord.
And with that I conclude my case.

Judgement:
After careful, conscientious thought,
The Court admits that in this case,
Much could be said on either side.
But, there is no law in this land,
No section of the CPC,
Which contends that,
To do away with one’s own soul
Does constitute a cogent crime.
The accused ergo as per law
Is absolved of the wrongful charge,
And acquitted hereby… honourably.

Accused:
Hurray Justice! Hurray, my Lord!
Prosecution: (under his breath)
Justice be damned.