They rise like the break of dawn,
While others rest and gently yawn.
They don't need weekends, there's no festive cheer,
Their devotion to duty make them rare.
...
In the depths of truth, I search for you,
You are my pleasure, my treasure, my everything anew...
In your heart, I long for solace and peace,
It's your love that makes me pure and rich.
...
The moon lies on a distant path away,
Casts bright lustre, in a celestial way...
She touches the heart of earth with gentle light,
Poet measures her beauty on a full-moon night.
...
I don't like my works anymore-
My mind is not obeying the limits of four walls,
I want to wander through every lane of the world,
The unknown keeps me calling,
...
Prasenjit Roy hails from Tripura, a north-eastern state of India. He is the only son of Shri Pranesh Roy and Smt. Barnali Dey. He has done Honours in Chemistry and then pursued master degree in Sociology, Economics and English. He also completed B.Ed. He worked as Panchayat Officer under Govt of Tripura and then joined as Deputy Superintendent of Police under Tripura Government. He got married to Smt Barnali Dey in the year 2023. He mainly writes in Bengali. Till date his 05 books have been published- 1. Tobu Bhalobhashi (Bengali story) 2. Bichitro Bhavona(Bengali poetry collection) 3. Ke Tumi(Bengali Story) 4. Meghbalika(Bengali Poetry Collection) 5. Jahnavi(Bengali poetry Collection))
The Silent Warriors
They rise like the break of dawn,
While others rest and gently yawn.
They don't need weekends, there's no festive cheer,
Their devotion to duty make them rare.
In khaki and angola, they control busy street,
Where law and order very often meet.
They accept criticism even after doing the right,
Still they guard the day, defend the night.
They face thousand blame and biased tales,
Where falsehoods fly and justice pales,
Still stand upright, fearless and true—
A ray of hope in skies of blue.
Peoples think of their comfort, zealous of their style,
They hide emotions with fake smile,
There lies a fire, fierce and grand,
Fueled by love for own motherland.
They don't need recognition, loud applause—
Have faith in their tireless cause.
They are ever ready to respond to nation's call,
They rise, for the security of motherland, above the all.