Rush Through The Office, Just Browse The News

Hurry We’ll Miss The Bus.

The Early Bird Gets To Wait, The Later Ones To Stand,

Check To See If Listed, Complain Or Defend.

Sprinting Up And Down The Corridors,

Peeking And Visiting Each Room.

So Many Matters At Once,

‘Please Hold Brief’ Echoes To The Door.

Dragging Scores Of Files,

Then The Greatest Rivals Friends,

Chatting, Gossiping And Negotiating,

Planning For The Day, And Plotting.

Enter And Bow,

Packed, Cramped And Compact, Half On Bench Would Do.

If Only The Victim Knew He Was Loved,

Layabouts To Witness The Accused Sorted.

Other Times Much Peace And Quiet,

Yet Anxiety At Dangerous Levels.

People Summoned, Called And Reminded,

A World Without Mobiles Undeniably Dreaded.

Cushions, Stenographers, Microphones,

The Shopping List Grows Longer,

A Degree In Graphology,

Money, Money, Money!

Jotting Down Furiously,

Thinking, Asking, Cornering.

Witnesses Anxious And Trembling,

Doctors And Policemen Alike, Stuttering And Stumbling.

But Atop The Pyramid Rests Another, Not Magistrate Or Lawyer,

Summoning, Negotiating, Pleading, Pushing.

Digesting Endless Excuses, Filing And Stamping,

To Cope With Defendants And Registries, We Need The Clerks!

Smile Through The Worst, Remember Your Manners,

Even When Told Off ‘Most Obliged Your Honour’.

All Rise One More Bow,

The Best Is Yet To Follow.

The Head Does Have A Body,

A Secret All That While.

Interesting, Amusing, Quite Like A Strategy Game,

A Day In Court Is Never The Same.

Guest post: Ruhina Javed (Life’s kitchen, 2018)