LL:2:11 AM Vs 2 PM

It was a quiet, serious afternoon in Courtroom.he Judge had just returned after his short break.The clock struck 2 PM—time for the next matter.A young junior counsel stood up nervously.Earlier that morning, he had asked for time.He had claimed—quite seriously—that his Senior Advocate was stuck in a traffic jam. The Judge had kindly granted time till 2 PM.But now, as everyone looked around… the Senior was still missing.What excuse would the junior give this time?

The Judge looked down with a patient frown,
"You're here again... but where's your gown?"

"Oh, I’m here, My Lord," the junior said,
"But my Senior’s missing—I’m filled with dread."

“At 11 AM, you sought some time,
that traffic stopped him, like nursery rhyme.”

"Yes, My Lord," the junior replied,
“The jam was thick—he almost cried!”

The Judge leaned back, calm but stern,
“I gave you time… now it’s your turn.”

The junior coughed and looked around,
Hoping his Senior might be found.

"My Lord,” he said, “it’s not the street—
This time, he's in a courtroom seat."

“He's trapped again,” said the young man,
“In another case, with a different plan.”

The Judge sighed deep, rubbed his face,
As silence swept across the place.

"You want more time? How many tries?
Should I wait here till pigs can fly?"

The junior, red with shame and sorrow,
Said softly, “Just… until tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, My Lord! Please don’t be grim,
At 2 PM, we shall surely begin!”

“Tomorrow at 2?” the Judge gave a glare.
“Will he appear—poof!—out of thin air?”

The courtroom laughed, the moment was tight,
The Judge just sighed, “Fine. One more night.”

Moral of the Poem:

If your Senior’s missing once or twice,
Make sure the third excuse sounds extra nice.

Ajay Amitabh Suman

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