In a packed courtroom, a lawyer begged for festive relief for his client on account of Holy Festival. The judge smirked and asked, "For your client… or your own payday?" The room fell silent—had the lawyer just been caught?
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
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