Ranjan, Ranjan, Ranjanda
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Were you not the C J I?
And you are flying higher now
In the Upper House: Holy _gau
_They say, it’s a _quid pro quo
_Why do they malign you so?
You did your work so well in court
And now you’ll work well when you vote
Can’t they let you work in peace?
And not accuse you of Injusteece?
Justitia, Lady Justice always wears a blindfold
To dispense even-handed justice, we are told
But if her mouth is gagged and ears are sealed
Then it’s the scales of Injustice that she wields