Waiting for the verdict,
but the sentence is already given.
The jury recited,
I shall never be forgiven.
Sitting on the corner
In my life’s cell.
I waited as I perspired
getting the hell’s bell
I wake up in the morning.
I got my ablutions done.
Grandfather clock was ringing,
I waited for my turn.
As the Hangman prepared his ropes.
I walked to the podium.
My counsel came running by.
“Stop!” he said, there was a pandemonium.
“There has being a plea”, he said,
while catching his breath.
The jury has decided that
Death is delayed
for one more day.
© Tarun Mitra
