Come To Judge, Milord Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Revere rulings but esteem more the court
Than the men warming up exalted chairs,
Who, howso tall sentries of legal fort,
Should safeguard, justice falls not on false airs.
The lords and ladies have for long since gone,
What others could rid in one gritty stroke,
We for decades seem to pick pry and poke,
It seems like licking a left over bone.
Gone have the lords with white wigs, vain status,
Time, old outlook goes, goes colonial mind
That has unfair legacies left behind,
This done, we need speed up the legal bus.
So, judge thyself; mind not if late, Milord,
Are we not children all of equal God?
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When India gained freedom over half a century back, every Indian was made equal in true spirit of democracy. We needed to forthwith abolish all colonial honorific like His Excellency and Milord, honourable to be used only for the court, and not for judges. Yet, our Supreme Court, the last hope of democracy, is still steeped in pomp if they stick to such crutches. The mannerism smacks feudal what with their dress code and court practices. It is high time the focus of justice is on speedy judgement.
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Happenings | 01.11.05 |