Spirit Of Law, Not Legal Merit Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Ye can uplift justice per laws ere writ,
Ye alone can keep it for long alive,
And let it strive and struggle to arrive—
In spirit of law, or legal merit.

O white wigs of wisdom donning dark robe,
The richest storehouse of legal letters,
Beware lest your repute should rest on probe,
Both spirit and legal merit matters.

Discard still legally-dipped a garment
Sullied by overuse nigh indiscreet,
Leave aside too heady an argument,
Remember every human has clay feet.

And if I may object and dare, Milord,
In due respect addressed ‘tis to high chair
Ye warm, and to robe ye happen to wear,
The bow is to chair, to your legal rod.

It pays to know, justice is more an art
Painted in truth, now dying if not dead,
And drawn on a canvas of feeling heart,
Head does matter here but scarce heavy head.