The Holy Maintenance Plea Vs Lawyer's Fee Poem by Ajay Amitabh Suman

The lawyer stood with a passionate plea,
'My Lord, some aid for my client, you see! '
With folded hands and a hopeful face,
He sought some funds, a festive grace.

'My Lord, it's the holy season, you see,
Grant my client some money, let mercy be!
A little relief, some cash in hand,
So he may celebrate as customs demand! '

The judge leaned back, adjusting his chair,
With a twinkle of mischief and a knowing glare.
He stroked his chin and let out a sigh,
Then fixed the lawyer with a watchful eye.

'Oh dear counsel, let's be clear…
Is this for your client—or your festive cheer?
For who will truly get the pay?
Your client—or you, without delay? '

The courtroom gasped, then burst with glee,
The lawyer coughed—'My Lord, not me! '
His face turned red, he looked around,
As whispers of laughter filled the ground.

The judge just chuckled, tapping his pen,
'Nice try, counsel, but not again! '
'Justice is served, but funds we'll see,
Just don't send me your festival fee! '

Ajay Amitabh Suman
Patent and Trademark Attorney
Delhi High Court