I want to haul you down to a Love Court You’ll get the notice any day now Probably on pink paper Or atleast an angry shade of red It’ll come enveloped in a heart-shaped folder Which you’ll have to rip apart at the seams But then, you’re good at that kind of thing - Aren’t you ?

You broke my heart in the winter, And again in the summer rain, And if I didn’t drag you to court, You’d just do it again

This Court of Love, it’s not a happy place, Its title isn’t quite apt, You appear before it, when love is lost, And of course, no judge can get it back

The Court of love is a criminal court, You can’t pay your way out of your mess, But it takes no prisoners, atleast not in chains, Though honestly, heartbreak should be a life-term offence

The trial procedure is a bit harsh, That even I must admit, The exhibits are the moments you twisted the knife, Read out before a large audience

Of course we believe in a fair hearing, You’ll get your audi alteram partem But I have a feeling, that any defence you make Will only weaken further Your completely flimsy case

You might say – “Ah I thought it was the right thing at that point..” Clearly, you didn’t think enough You might argue – “It wasn’t you, it was me …” Well then, you’ll just have to pay for your damn fault

The court will actually surprise you Right at the very end For all the harsh procedure, The punishment is plain and simple – Acknowledgment

A sincere apology, demands the judge, One from the bottom of your heart, Understand the hurt you’ve caused, And this Court lets you off.

But really, honestly, to tell you the truth This Love Court’s just a scam I’m still heartbroken at the end of it all And you get off with barely a rap on your hand