Living Rules Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Living rules
Are violated, your honor.
I have a right
To live on this earth
With my language-
My mother tongue.

The time is right, your honor
To direct each and every one
Under your jurisdiction
To make correspondences
In my language to enable me
To read and understand.

I have a right, your honor,
To read and write and understand
Each letter, order, judgment
Against or in favor of me
Given by any authority or
Any person.

No one has got the right
To leave me in dark.
To go for light
Is my birthright, your honor.
Release me in the light
I want to see me clearly.