Leaving some hot cases aside,
Lo, the top court wants to decide
On cases so urgent
Nor ever important,
Helpless the lay their anguish hide.
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Happenings |23.01.2023| limerick
Poet’s note: This follows ‘Your slip is showing Milord’, part I. The top court has some 70,000 cases pending, some of them burning issues. Yet, the country’s highest court has time enough to discuss this case: whether food should be allowed inside multiplexes, an issue neither urgent, nor so important.
Lawyers propose and courts dispose,
Promptly adjourn but seldom close
Cases, as snails go on,
Goes on case explosion,
Helpless we grate teeth to what goes.
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Happenings |20.01.2023| limerick
Poet’s note: There is an explosion of pending cases in Indian courts: Over 40 million cases are idling in subordinate judiciary, another 5.6 million in high courts, and 70,000 in Supreme Court. Every time this issue comes up, demand for more courts, more judges, more resources is raised. Does anyone think of three A’s: adjournments, admissions, and appeals? No one talks of cutting down delays, long affidavits/arguments/counters, long winding judgments. And why should judges have long vacations as in the British time? But no one wants to bell the cat, as this ditty cries out.
When I wake up from sleep today,
Let me die of the days gone by
To be fresh like dawn of the day,
When I wake up Milord today,
Filled full with all punch, passion’s way,
Child’s naiveté, with dawn’s dew to vie,
When I wake up from sleep today,
Of all days gone by let me die.
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My daily prayer|19.06.2021|
Form: Triolet
Poet's note: The poem was first set as a sestet as under:
When I wake up from sleep today,
Let me die of all yesterday,
So that I’m fresh like morning sun,
Filled full with vigour and passion,
Innocent besides like a child,
And like dawn’s dew all so mild!
Milord Mighty Oak
Milord Mighty Oak
How many seasons have you seen
How much beauty have you shared
You see the children searching for your leaves
Collecting them as they would a treasure
To them you are a true miracle
You are as strong as a lion
As beautiful as a goddess
Milord Mighty Oak
Please stay as you are
There are countless children coming
They will all know of you
And they too will want a single leaf
So, they can see the magic you share
During so many season past
And so many seasons to come
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