Her eyes stare with strong-willed fire.

As she strides confidently to the courtroom,

they all rise as she enters, like a sun in the morning.

Her tall stature has become a loom.


She delicately sits on the chair at the centre.

Her eyebrows are raised in defiance.

The court-room around her erupts in madness,

and she just sits, in absolute silence.


Like a lion watching the tiny ants scurry,

she waits for the chaos to calm.


By Treveena

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