The Lock Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

The lock

Hey groom of a noble heart,
I never find you lazy nor too smart.
My bride of riches is safe with you,
Sleep in her crouch all day through.

I will not forget your loyal serve,
And how you protected my injured love.
When myself careless entered a goat,
Tore the breast of my beloved rose.

She is in my heart talks to me,
At home or away like a string.
I know you are patient with your job,
As virtue of honesty is your robe.

I feel padded and enveloped for you,
Against bouncy attack of cruelty ensue.
It is not a cricket or baseball game I know,
But you are always a helmet of my crown.

Though I am old decimated in my crew,
I saw your honesty only in a few.
I find them trying to lock their chambers,
But unlock their evils in gruesome order.

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Paramananda Mahanta
Keonjhar, India
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