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Guards




Guards




“Guards” is the term we use
Names are never in mention
From coming of sun to going of moon
Quietly they greet our coming and goings
No question, no objection.

They stand guard to our trinkets,
our immodest sense of vanity.
Expected to brave the elements,
No smile or comfort in return
this madness, we call sanity.

Their kin mean none to us,
Their pain or grief mere blanks.
Our beck and call should be law to them.
The wall of have & have nots,
Don’t say as much as thanks.

Cold and cruel this arrangement
Their grievances, problems barred.
Blissful in arrogance we sleep,
Knowing, aware of the fact,
Without a word, they stand guard


Siddharth Sehgal


Siddharth Sehgal is a poet, writer and editor of Indian Periodical http://indianperiodical.com





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