I Do Not See The Convicts & Culprits As Criminals/ Say, Who Is A Criminal? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I do not see the convicts and culprits
As criminals,
If they are,
They are just for some mistakes,
Mistakes not,
Blunders of life.

Had they been counselled, they would not
Have been here
Behind the bars,
The advocates would not
Have charged against
And taken the fees from them.

Had they been advised with and treated,
They would not
Have been here
As jail-birds,
As prisoners
At the mercy of
The jailors.

They too erred, erred not, blundered,
Took to their advice not,
The advice of their parents,
That is why repenting,
Relenting under
The remorseless laws,
Rules and regulations.

Ruefully view they their life from the prison bars
As the jail birds
with letting off,
Live as prisoners,
Die as prisoners,
Handcuffed and roped around
The waist,
Oh, the poor prisoners!

It is easy to dispense with the judgement
Related to the other man's
Sons and daughters
And it is difficult
To judge one's own faults,
How much guilty am I,
Who to confess it?