The reach is too high
perched upon the sky
yet attempt, a try
not with a shy
could see the looks sly
cast around with a pry
ignore says the mind
hesitates the heart in a bind
the mind overcomes with a find
treachery halts one to a grind
Round and round goes the clock.
It is a rotation of its little hands.
Round and round goes the earth.
It is a revolution on its own axis.
Round and round goes the Man.
It is a movement to circulate physically.
Round and round he craves in.
It is a motion to spread slander.
The clock shows time in precision.
Enacting day and night in decision.
The earth extends to life a bounty
Enlivening men and animals to a dainty.
Man breeds enmity in a concealed security.
He nurtures vengeance in a confided intimacy.
Killing one another is his discreet strategy.
Annihilating the existence in totality.
Vampires existed in folk-lore.
They were depicted in tales of yore.
They created a bloody sore.
They sucked the blood to the core.
Mythology abounds with their horror portraits
Greeks and Romans spoke of their terror straight.
Christianity refers allegorically to their existence in trait.
Asians represent the being with hair hanging upright.
Vampires are no more myths in the real sense.
They are found almost in every place over the fence.
Oppression is a sign of drinking blood beyond the lens.
The powerful go about with unmindful impertinence.
The potent do play a havoc with rigour.
The cheats out beat them by their trigger.
Treachery is a connivance that creates a snigger.
Ruthlessness is an atrocity that condemns all others to a meagre.
There are innumerable sects of vampires in society.
As countless incidents contribute to their impropriety.
Nevertheless the stories of vampires kindle our anxiety.
Likely to be ignorance.
It is a pretext of innocence.
It is a mask for foolish deliverance.
It is a camouflage of avaricious indulgence.
It is a manipulation to grab with hurried semblance.
Succeeding the duo march with egoistic diligence.
Unaware of the pits that are ahead of their reference.
Their momentary success is reflected in their impertinence.
Time waits for no man’s observance.
The duo find them in an entrapped inference.
Their ill earned money undergoes a disappearance.
Their undeserved pride stifles them to a grievance.
Every legal case is different.
As it has no precedent.
It may differ in degree macro or micro.
It might have merit or demerit although.
Judgments are independent.
Not clasped by averment.
Justice has to uphold truth.
Not to downgrade truth.
Counsels have to study the case sheets deep.
Not act shoddily as though half asleep.
A sound knowledge of law is a must.
To fight the case when put to test.
Each case is a new edict.
Never rely on the previous verdict.
Each one has twist and turn.
Review it sincerely without a spurn.
Remember, the client is your King.
Never you could become a King.
He, who pays you is atop.
You, who receives should never flop.
Never try to override him.
If so, you are deceiving him.
He would strike you hard.
And bash you without any regard.
Rude gestures would run you out.
Impolite words would throw you out.
Arrogance would doom you forever.
Authority would shun you more so ever.
Insecurity in profession drags you perhaps,
Lack of confidence in your ability draws you perhaps,
A hurried escape might be your requirement perhaps.
An express exit from the situation might be your motive perhaps.
Desirous of earning more and more is your goal.
Greed has seized your complacency in a toll.
Surely, all lawyers, with no exception are perfidious
The slithering snake causes a fear,
As it hisses and heaves in the rear,
Pushing out its tongue in a ghastly cheer,
The snake moves stealthily over the steer.
Gliding across the sandy trowels,
The serpent sheds its skin in the shovels,
It effortlessly races ahead of all levels,
Gobbling the frog in an unexpected shrivel.
The caught shudders and wrenches,
Unaware of its fate in the trenches,
The other frogs jump over the bunches,
Forcing an escape from the serpent’s clutches.
Serpents, if beaten ,cast a spell,
As the Hindu mythology tries to tell,
It rings an unbelievable bell,
Blind faith ,at times , creates a hell.
Cats are known for stealth,
In silence they execute,
Without any sign of threat,
They undertake a looting,
As much as in a hush.
Fox exhibit slyness,
In quietness they introduce,
With little idea of doubt,
Enacting a tricky adventure,
Stealth and sly are like two eyes,
The one finds a subdued sight,
While the other notes a confused scene,
Both lead to an undisciplined sphere,
Rendering a farcical furtive destination.
Stealthy sly is a risk pernicious,
Revealing a scare of great magnitude,
Hurting the vulnerable with a strong blow,
Mostly men commit such harm in talk and speech,
As we all know words are more pricking than thorns.