Wednesday, 11 April 2012


He is a senior lawyer, it seems he is aged about seventy,
He talks with a younger lawyer, on a case dealing,
About mentioning in a sitting judge’s court, and
He has confidently written on a printed form, mater of
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 architect
Of landscape chapter and its beauty beholds
The justice of truth, over age and time,
And the lawyers and the people are talking,
Discussing one another’s problems and actions,
When justice will come, even if it may come
After a long time, it is 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 the case tomorrow,
I put all papers ready with my signatures, 
Duly court stamped, along with enclosed papers 
And 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 take care of your kid.”

Like father, like friend, the senior lawyer moves
On the corridor of the high court, and
He feels no despair, even if he does not stand
For own case for this day or tomorrow,
He is a man of importance on the saying old is gold.

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