Mock Epic: The Dominion Of Stamps And Signatures Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O Quill, and Wax, eternal witnesses of law,
Of Heroes trembling before the sacred Seal,
Where Stamps descend like thunderbolts of fate,
And Signatures flow as rivers of mortal authority.
Behold the Citizen, armed with pen in hand,
Facing the Gatekeepers of Bureaucracy's realm.
Each form a fortress, each line a battlefield,
And every signature a sword against chaos.
The Stamp, heavy and round, waited like a god,
Its ink a mark of judgment, irreversible and true.
He pressed the wax, trembling, heart ablaze,
And felt the power of authority coursing through ink.
A seal could grant passage through endless halls,
Or doom the unworthy to return and repeat the quest.
Yet mortal hands must guide it with skill,
For crooked strokes invite wrath, corrections, and delay.
Around him swirled the bureaucracy's storm,
Clerks with eyes sharp as falcons scrutinized each mark.
"Align your signature! " "Press harder! " they cried,
And the Hero obeyed, humbled yet resolute.
Forms surrendered their secrets, offices bowed,
As Stamps thundered and Signatures carved paths of destiny.
At last, the task complete, the hero emerged,
Victorious, bearing proof of valor in ink and wax.
The doors opened, the gates lifted,
And even Time paused to honor the power
Of Stamps and Signatures, mighty beyond measure,
Rulers of form, destiny, and mortal patience.
Thus ends the epic of authority in miniature,
Where paper becomes kingdom, ink becomes sword,
And every Hero who masters the Seal
Is immortal in the halls of Bureaucratic Legend.