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.