Hazards Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The national hero arrives,
Everyone of the country welcomes him
With beautiful bouquets and garlands,
The great hero wears those wreaths with real spirit and pride,
He thinks himself a blithe spirit.
But it does not last long,
Soon he realises the hazards of it,
The invisible bee in the lovely garland stings him frequently
Reminding him that he has a long way to go,
It's always hard to achieve regards,
But to maintain it properly is the hardest of all.