O My Lord: The Last Resort Against the Unruly Towers of Power
(Feelings of Common Man cum Advocate after absorbing the shocks given by My Lords of Supreme Court in Press Conference)
Thou Celebrated
Thou Dignitary
Thou Epitome of Justice
We the People
blessed with the Democratia
roam with glitter
unshattered fear
and
feeling blessed
under hope and aspiration
that Justice with apathy
will shower us
in the hour of need
Century old emotions
clinge with passion
tend the people
to whither away
the doubts and suspicion
shown as road block
in the path of Justice
Thee Guardian
Thee Steward
Thee Stalwart
Ray of Hope
as golden thread
jolted the mind and thoughts
towards
thou sanctity
thou ability
that could turn around
the dark into light
the plight into might
Why you allowed to shaken
that pious belief
which withstand
all dust and dirt
all omen and pain
but never bow down
but triumphed your existence
O the Nobel
O the Mighty
O My Lord
Gavel in your hand
Glamour in your surroundings
Gravity in your words
are not the basis
of your respect
your command
your Authority
Faith in the seat of Justice
which germinate
Confidence of Equity
Color of Apathy
Charisma of Justice
as blistering shine
in the eyes of downtrodden
is your command respect and authority
Hey Paramount
Hey Protector
Hey Supreme
Thee showcased rift
drifted the trust
shaken the cherished belief
of those who boasted the glory
flattered the Charisma
and found in you
the last resort
against the unruly
Towers of Power
Thou Come up and
Protect your Paramouncy
not in terms of Authority
not in terms of Seniority
not in terms of Superiority
but in terms of Apathy
but in terms of Sympathy
but in terms of Justice
.................Priyadarshi Prateek.................
Thou Dignitary
Thou Epitome of Justice
We the People
blessed with the Democratia
roam with glitter
unshattered fear
and
feeling blessed
under hope and aspiration
that Justice with apathy
will shower us
in the hour of need
Century old emotions
clinge with passion
tend the people
to whither away
the doubts and suspicion
shown as road block
in the path of Justice
Thee Guardian
Thee Steward
Thee Stalwart
Ray of Hope
as golden thread
jolted the mind and thoughts
towards
thou sanctity
thou ability
that could turn around
the dark into light
the plight into might
Why you allowed to shaken
that pious belief
which withstand
all dust and dirt
all omen and pain
but never bow down
but triumphed your existence
O the Nobel
O the Mighty
O My Lord
Gavel in your hand
Glamour in your surroundings
Gravity in your words
are not the basis
of your respect
your command
your Authority
Faith in the seat of Justice
which germinate
Confidence of Equity
Color of Apathy
Charisma of Justice
as blistering shine
in the eyes of downtrodden
is your command respect and authority
Hey Paramount
Hey Protector
Hey Supreme
Thee showcased rift
drifted the trust
shaken the cherished belief
of those who boasted the glory
flattered the Charisma
and found in you
the last resort
against the unruly
Towers of Power
Protect your Paramouncy
not in terms of Authority
not in terms of Seniority
not in terms of Superiority
but in terms of Apathy
but in terms of Sympathy
but in terms of Justice
.................Priyadarshi Prateek.................
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