The koel does not know this is a High Court

meant only for serious matters, the Benches

are for arguments, law and procedure

heinous crimes discussed in hushed monotones

one does not smile here.

The koel sings out, indifferent and clear

from its perch up high, no one stops

or cares to listen; a voice cries out:

“My Lord, my clients demand justice”

no one dares a smile.

Will justice be delivered or denied?

Will the litigant find relief?

I know little of such serious things

I only feel the joy in the birdsong

and quietly smile.