In the hallowed halls of justice, where the echo of footsteps trace,
A whisper flutters, promising power, as I envision my rightful place.
One day I will be a judge, an oracle in robes of profound black,
A beacon in the murky realms of law, where lesser minds often lack.
One day I will be a judge, my pen as mighty as a knight’s sword,
Crafting decisions so potent, they’ll resonate like a timeless chord.
Mere words will transcend into legacies, ensconced in books of lore,
Bound by the gravitas of my intellect, which the world shall not ignore.
One day I will be a judge, where litigants will await in bated breath,
For the wisdom I dispense, navigating the thin line between life and death.
Their voices tremble with anticipation, as they witness the birth of the decree,
For my judgments, clothed in eloquence, shall rewrite legal history.
The vast expanse of written submissions shall never limit my court’s purview,
For I crave the spark of viva voce, where lies are sifted from the true.
One day I will be a judge, and advocates will stand with utmost reverence,
For in my presence, they’ll sense the weight of legal consequence.
One day I will be a judge, not just a mere mender of the bridge,
But an architect of justice, a titan, an unyielding ridge.
The annals of jurisprudence shall herald my name with pride,
For the legacy I shall etch, in the sands of time, won’t ever subside.
And while this might reek of arrogance, while my vision might seem grand,
In this vast universe of legalese, I’ll make the world understand.
That when passion meets knowledge, with a sprinkle of audacious flame,
One day, oh one day, the world of law will never be the same.
The Ideal lawyer 