OLD IS GOLD

He is a senior lawyer, it seems he is aged about seventy,

He talks with a younger lawyer, on a case dealing,

About mentioning it in a sitting judge’s court, and

He has confidently written petition on a printed form, 

Case numbers, file numbers, and the date of events,

And he hands over the paper to the younger lawyer.

The high court corridor is crowded,

The open space is flooded with fresh air

Blowing from river, the Hooghly, and

The whole old building becomes architectural 

Landscape and its beauty beholds

The justice of truth, over age and time,

And lawyers and clients are talking,

Discussing one another’s problems and actions thereon,

Waiting for justice, it comes, even after a long time, 
It is expected to be natural in course of time.

She comes running and says to the senior lawyer,

-“Grandpa, do you help me tomorrow?”

-“Yes, why not?” he says,

-“I cannot come tomorrow as my kid has exam.”

She says.

-“Yes, tell me what I have to do?” he says.

She puts some typed blue cartridge papers

Which are properly stamped and signed,

And says,

-“My papers are ready for filing tomorrow,

I put my signature on all papers ready, 

Duly court-stamped, along with papers enclosed 

With the application, and I request you

Please file the case on behalf of me.”

He replies in simple voice, “Yes, Do not worry,

I will file the case tomorrow, and

You can take care of your kids.”

Like father, like friend, the senior lawyer moves

On the corridor of the high court, and

He feels no despair, even if he has no case to appear 
For this day or tomorrow,

He is a man of importance,  old is gold.