The Unpaid Soldiers


With every breaking dawn,
You wake up with a yawn.

Start off your day
In a unique way,
Hurrying and getting ready,
Bidding us bye.
When you think of sighing,
The scrubber says hai.

There starts your set of tasks,
The clock is ticking nine.
You are ready soldier,
Marching on a line.
The home looks best,
And you make sure there are no pests.
Its half past ten,
The brunch is on the couch,
O! Yet again!
You forgot it without any grouch.

The soldiers are striding,
Moving ahead with pride.
Applauding alone,
And finishing it by own.

The aroma fills the apartment,
Waiting for us to gobble.
Still I crave for those,
Burgers, pizza and bubble
Her stern face,
Makes me gulp it all,
Without any fall.

Here comes the dusk,
Rest is all you want.
Filling the place with musk,
Here’s your chance to flaunt.
 Waiting for the one,
Who held your hand?
Arrives in rage,
Is that what you deserve?
In the name of wage!

Picking up broken pieces,
Cleaning up the mess,
Ready for compromises,
With a hope of surprises.

They neither tire, nor fire,
They neither complain,
Sometimes strain.
I wonder how they are trained,
To work continuously without drained?
These are the soldiers, who must be highly paid,
For their endless effort to keep us braid.

Always ready to fight,
My fearless warrior.
Always ready to protect,
In the absence of barrier.
You are worth praise,
In every page of book.
You are one I look,
In each stage of fall,
And each phase of rise.

The blanket of love,
Always keeps us warm.
The jacket of care,
Protects with no harm.
Wiping away those tears,
Is that all you do?
Piling all the sadness,
Fixing with glue.
 Your Smile is the light,
Which is always bright.

Do we bother to repay?
for they are turning grey!
Never wait for long,
till they are gone!
Now its the time,
lets start right away,
Help them all day!
make them happy,
make them play!

I salute those soldiers,
Whose jobs burden their shoulders!
Yet keep sparkling,
Without a pinch of disheartening.
May we take up an oath?
To never shower them with loathe!
Appreciate their sacrifice,
For under their feet lies paradise.

 --   R.F.

 



















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