Poems on various aspects of Indian courts. Generated by ChatGPT, slightly modified by Siva Prasad Bose.

1. Poems on Indian courts
Siva Prasad Bose and ChatGPT

2. Property disputes
In Indian courts, property disputes arise,
With claims and counterclaims to surprise,
A tangle of deeds and papers to sort,
A labyrinth of laws to navigate and court.
Years may pass, with hopes and fears,
As families fight through the legal gears,
A burden on all, both rich and poor,
A quest for justice that's never sure.
Yet still they fight, with faith in right,
With lawyers to guide them through the night,
For the place they call home, they'll never give up,
And in the courts, the battle will erupt.
So here's to all who face this strife,
In search of peace and a settled life,
May the law bring clarity to their case,
And bring an end to the property race.

3. Cross examination
In the courtrooms of India, a drama unfolds,
A cross-examination, where truth is told.
A witness on the stand, with a tale to say,
And a lawyer's questions, that will pave the way.
The lawyer is confident, with a voice so sure,
And the witness is nervous, with a heart that's pure.
The judge observes, with a watchful eye,
And the jury takes note, as the truth begins to vie.
The lawyer asks questions, with a tone so strong,
And the witness responds, with a voice that's long.
They dance a delicate dance, of words and thought,
With each question answered, the truth is brought.
And as the session ends, and the court adjourns,
The judge must decide, on the lessons learned.
For the cross-examination, was just a start,
In a court of justice, where truth is an art.

4. Divorce Case
A tale of love and heartache, in an Indian court's halls,
Where a husband and wife, are battling it all.
Years go by, and still they fight,
With appeals and motions, making it a never-ending sight.
They once were in love, with a bond so strong and true,
But now they're strangers, in a battle over what to do.
The district court heard, and then the high court too,
But still their dispute, was far from over, it was true.
And so they took it to the highest court of all,
The Supreme Court of India, where justice shall befall.
But even there, their battle raged on,
With lawyers and judges, and a case that went so wrong.
They fought over money, and property and such,
And the love that once was, was now just a distant touch.
Their future uncertain, as the years went by,
And the divorce that once seemed simple, was now a battle that would not die.

5. Child custody
A child's future, hangs in the balance, in an Indian court today,
Where a husband and wife, both seek to have their way.
They once loved each other, but now they're worlds apart,
And their child is caught in the middle, with a broken heart.
They stand before the judge, with tales of love and pain,
Each trying to prove, that they're the one to gain.
The custody of their child, and the right to guide their way,
In a battle that's tearing them apart, every single day.
The husband speaks of love, and a life that's now apart,
The wife of pain and hurt, from a broken heart.
The judge listens on, with a heavy heart,
Wishing for a resolution, before the trial must depart.
For the child's future, is what's at stake,
And the decision made, could be a costly mistake.
The love they once shared, is now just a distant memory,
And the child is caught in the middle, of a dispute so eerie.

6. Undertrials
In India's jails they wait, the undertrials so poor,
Trapped in a system, that seems to ignore.
Years go by, with no trial in sight,
Leaving their futures, shrouded in endless night.
They're forgotten souls, with no voice to be heard,
Left in a purgatory, with no justice to be earned.
They've lost their freedom, without a fair trial,
Trapped in a system, that's so full of denial.
Their families suffer, and their futures fade,
While they spend their days, in a jail-made shade.
Their innocence presumed, but the proof's yet to come,
As they waste away, in a cell, their only home.
Their lives are on hold, with no end in sight,
Leaving them hopeless, with no chance to fight.
For justice delayed, is justice denied,
And their fate is sealed, by a broken system inside.

7. Long running cases
In India's courtrooms, justice takes its time,
With cases that stretch on for years, and no end in sight.
The wheels of justice grind so slow, and the wait is long,
Leaving those in need, with a feeling of being wronged.
The poor and the oppressed, who need help the most,
Are left in a limbo, with their hopes almost lost.
For justice delayed, is justice denied,
And the struggle for fair treatment, is a battle that's never tied.
The endless red tape, and endless appeals,
Make the road to justice, a journey full of trials.
And while the rich can afford, the best of the best,
The poor are left to suffer, with no one to protest.
The courts are crowded, with cases beyond count,
And the wait for justice, is a toll that wears us down.
The judges are overworked, and the system is strained,
Leaving those who need help, with little hope of being gained.
In this land of so much promise, it's a sad state of affairs,
When justice is hindered, by endless red tape and repair.
For access to justice, is a right for all to share,
And it's time for India, to fix a system beyond repair.

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