Poem 47-A Judge's Death

Into his room went the tired old Judge

Preparing for many a case

Outside in the hall he heard something budge

Under blankets he hid his face

It was already Nightfall

When the judge heard a scream

For help he heard somebody call

He wished it was a dream

For Safety he shut the room door

and all the open windows

Trembling he sat on the floor

But later what happened nobody knows

He was found dead

A knife in his throat

Stains were on his bed

and on his black coat

Maybe it was Suicide

or maybe murder

But he surely died

And he left in this year

-Gaurang Rao