The cop yelled loud, "You broke the rule!"
"Your truck was fast, don’t play the fool!"
The driver said, "Please check my speed.
Sir my truck is under limit, yes indeed!"

"Then show your license, don’t delay!"
The driver gave that to cop right away.
"Now show me pollution papers too!"
Driver handed them all fresh and new.

"Now pay the fine!" the cop then said.
"But why?" The driver shook his head.
"Your papers fine and no fault at all,
But here is the catch that I recall—

You kept them all in a plastic bag,
And that, my friend, is quite a snag!
Polythene bags cause harm, you see,
So pay the fine—don’t argue with me!"

Ajay Amitabh Suman
Patent and Trademark Attorney
High Court of Delhi

The client sighed, feeling stuck,
"Sir, being tough brings no luck!"

The lawyer smiled, soft and sweet,
"Let’s try kindness, not defeat!"

He fixed his tie, stood up tall,
Determined to avoid a brawl.

He turned to the other side,
"Dear friend, let’s not divide!"

He stretched his arms, warm and wide,
As if to hug, not fight with pride.

The opposing lawyer raised a brow,
"Are you serious? Not sure how!"

Then he laughed, shaking his head,
"You called my client greedy instead!"

The lawyer winked, gave a grin,
"Oh, just a joke! Can we begin?"

"Let’s hug and end this fight!"
The courtroom gasped—what a sight!

The judge looked up, quite amused,
The client sat there, still confused.

The other lawyer shook his head,
"Nice try, but we fight instead!"

The lawyer sighed, his smile now bland,
Rolled his sleeves, took his stand.

"Well then… no more soft talk,"
He came back and took a firm walk.

"Your Honor, let me make this clear,"
His voice grew bold, all could hear.

Kindness had failed, it was time to fight,
With tough stand , sharp and bright.

The courtroom roared, the battle began,
And harder was end to peaceful plan!

Ajay Amitabh Suman, Patent and Ttademark Attorney, Delhi High Court

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

They warn us of black cats ,
and broken glass,
And that number thirteen ,
brings fear in mass.

By tales of black magic and ,
tales of the dead,
In the name of tradition ,
we are often mislead.

Why to swallow these lies,
hook, line, and plot?
Why  not  to question if ,
these are  true or not?

That how can a dead ,
speak through a mouth?
If suspicious arises  ,
have faith in your doubt.

Ajay Amitabh Suman
All Rights Reserved

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While roaming in the market,
I saw a beggar on the street,
Who was asking for a grant,
With smartphone at his feet,
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His voice was croaky,
His clothes were all torn,
Still didn't worry, had,
Paytm on his phone.
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He begged from anyone,
On street , he could find,
And offered his barcode,
With hope in his mind.
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He called up the kids,
Their moms dads and sis,
And pleaded them all,
For a little of their bliss.
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Please Send me some,
grant he would implore,
I am Just a poor beggar,
With no bread in store.
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All laughed at him ,
That Digi beg though,
Still all have granted,
Him bliss of rainbow.
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And so on that beggar,
With phone at his feet,
Collected the grant and,
Pleased with the treat.
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He thanked all kids,
Their moms dads too,
And then proceeded to,
Beg some where new.
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And I was surprised,
What a world of today,
Even Beggars updated,
Have found new way,
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Their selfies are sad,
With frowns so deep,
With ad-on to make them,
Look oh-so-sweet.
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Their Instagram posts,
Are a sight to see,
With sad filters and ,
Captions they plea.
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Please help me out,
as I am in need,
And hope that you all,
be kind, indeed.
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This online drama,
It's ways so strange,
With norms all old,
Forever have changed.
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So next time if digi beg,
Says he is in need,
Be aware of him & you,
Need not to cede.
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Don't get fooled by his,
Digital such asks,
For beggars are beggars ,
Just pseudo are masque.
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Ajay Amitabh Suman
All Rights Reserved
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Once, was a donkey,
so silly so slow,
In wisdom of his,
He saw a wierd show.

In garden he noticed,
A lady tall, fair,
Her hair in braids ,
that woven with care.

And braid of lady long,
Hung from her head,
He thought was a tail,
so he brayed and said.

O Lady why do you,
keep such a long tail?
Behind your head,
What a cocktail?

O lady, young lady,
Your tail gone wrong,
Does not look simple,
Just sounds a gong.

Do you know value of,
tail , back of  waist,
Though looks so funny,
But Not thing to waste.

With tail on the back,
one can swat a fly,
Can calm a kid with,
tail when he cry.

Keep down ,in fear,
in anger can smack,
Can clean the garbage,
with tail at the back.

Lady, O lady, please,
don't take offense,
Your tail, so funny, it,
doesn't make sense.

Hearing this, lady with,
a roll of her eyes,
Replied "O Donkey,
why do you surprise?

And then she laughed
and shook her head,
This question so silly,
O Donkey, she said.

Imagine the walking,
with tail so long,
You  trip and stumble,
all the day along.

And this is my braid,
The beauty encase.
Not tail that hangs ,
no honor no grace.

Dance of strands that,
sway with its move,
It's crown of glamour ,
that I proudly approve.

Braid can be sign of,
Elegance  and art,
With different designs,
This set you apart.

Why do you match this,
Braid with your tail?
It's just like relating,
a feather to a snail.

and then she laughed,
and shook her head,
Donkey observed her,
and brayed with dread.

He thought for a while,
scratched his chin,
Perhaps you're right,
And it would be sin.

My tail at the back,
So long and thick,
It might just make me,
look quite sick.

and he felt guilty for
the way he behaved,
He walked up to lady
said sorry and brayed.

And took life's lesson,
he never forgot,
Not fair in judging,
a book by its knot.

Ajay Amitabh Suman
All Rights Reserved

My Lord, I am ready
for the case, my task,
but unfit for the tough
questions you ask.

A lawyer was standing
in a court one day,
and ready for his brief
his defense to play.

But when the Hon'ble
judge began to speak,
The lawyer found himself
in problem so meek.

I am ready to argue ,
your honor, my lord,
but often I find your
quizzing like a sword.

When it comes to
responding your doubt,
Finding new case laws
not easy , I shout.

For they are like razors,
so pointed , so strong,
And I am not ready for
the answers they long.

I prepare for the task
to my knowledge, in hand,
No interest in justice,
client's profit beforehand.

But I am not up for it ,
may  make  mistake.
May lose my client,
I fear, for heaven's sake.

How  can I  avoid your
quizzing, your way?
For facing your questions,
my client does pay.

Hence, I am just  here ,
and rising  to the test.
Shall be facing Lord's
hammer, and do my best.

Ajay Amitabh Suman
All Rights Reserved