Once two Lawyers Mr.A and B stood,
Arguing loudly, as hard as they could!
Hands were waving, voices high,
Objections were flying to the sky!

The judge just smiled & shook his head,
"Why fight so much?" he calmly said.
"O Sirs, Sit together, have some tea,
and Solve your troubles peacefully!"

Mr. A shook his head and sighed,
"Tea, My Lord? I’d sleep inside!
I need my coffee, dark and strong,
Or my arguments won’t last long!"

Mr. B just laughed and said with glee,
"Nothing is better than warm, smooth tea!
It calms my mind, and helps me win,
A better drink, where have you been?"

The judge then laughed ,clapped his hands,
"Oh, yeah now I finally understand!
This is not just law, just case at war,
It’s tea and coffee—fighting so far!"

Mr. A crossed his arms and frowned,
"Tea is weak, it brings me down!
It makes me yawn, I fall asleep,
It’s no good when the case is deep!"

Mr. B rolled his eyes and said,
"And his coffee? Oh, it’s bad!
So bitter, strong, and way too harsh,
I may ***** in court, if drink, at last!"

The judge just laughed and gave a cheer,
"Let’s stop this fight—it’s very clear!
Until you both , learn to agree,
Stick to water! No Tea Vs. Coffee!"

By Advocate Ajay Amitabh Suman
Patent and Trademark Attorney, High Court of Delhi

coffee tastes better,
instead of being bitter
when we share a cup

Colors fall
laughter rises.
Pink, green, yellow, red
then a hug.

Hands, cheeks, hearts,
all the same,
we find unity
in the mess.

A day to cherish,
crafting memories
that never fade.

Each morning grows a little longer,
with the courage of sleepy animals
waking up from their rest,
as March begins to
rouse nature awake
and everything once dormant
is now about to bloom.

The Snowdrops bow in peaceful prayer
like tiny prophets dressed in white,
offering a blessed hope
of a brighter tomorrow.
We begin to trust in growth,
and in the sure promise
of new buds unfurling
into cheerful green leaves.

Even the rain falls differently,
like a pattering rhythm,
unlike the sodden grey downpour
of a cold day in mourning.
The Sun begins to smile upon puddles
and changes them into
mirrors revealing
the cloudy bluing sky.

The air softens,
and the chill no longer bites
instead, it carries a fresh
breeze of new life
and so many possibilities.
March will bring something
so very beautiful,
and I cannot wait
to feel alive again.

©️Lizzie Bevis