Traffic Constable Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

All the time guiding the rowdy traffic,
On a shaky stand but with a hawk eye, than;
Loves order on the road but sits on breast like a beast;
Of rogues breaking the rules of the road.
A friend that sticks closer than any brother,
Than that dread of road drove over,
My march of day, not less terrible that tread;
Stamping upon your steering than I shall tread there.

No corner can remain unseen and unmarked,
Deeply and strictly over all to mark the violators,
Stretch down and up his arms and hands,
Like a hawk that resurrects. O remember!
How he cares and braves in sun and cold,
Inhales smoke and burns his blood,
To protect the lives of others dips himself in fire;
All disregard his autumn but drive in bright stars.

Who is this man to haunt the passer byes but Love?
Therefore he will be there at morning or at midnight,
Not with a straw in his hair and a tear in his eyes;
Moving along with travelers’ sorrow, but he will walk with;
The pain of the people, the part of all, so that
All can reach home happy and safe.
I salute you where all sit in their cozy home;
But you play with all spirits those are dead.