I Am At Court Poem by Naveed Akram

I am angry and friendly, I chose
The just view, and the injustice as strong.
It bored me when the just men entered,
With literacy and strength as well as virtue.

My happy friend is adjusted to happiness,
For times changed, illustrious ones disappeared.
Their eyes sharpened as long as life and existing,
The eye and the ear were in unison.

These courts beleaguer me at once,
Silent, and blasting, soothing, and cherishing.
These are rooms of mighty audiences,
Crowds of onlookers who dissolve into acid.

They have spinal cords and brains, nerves
Of strong health, fully wishing to abstain from anger
And all ills suffered from the grapes of such wrath;
They have brain and skull of literacy and lies.

My prepared one augustly enters the folding arena,
He is just and proud like the good devil,
As fast as a crow's flight, with hood in hand, jokes
Of laughter, and sadness, and soot of chimneys.