Meenas Poems
The night watchman he is
say that he sits with eyes open
I have a one at home
who sits with half-closed eyes
starts to nod as the hours fly
snores loud as the midnight come
sleeps full as the wee hours descend
turns alert at the rise of dawn
stands cheerful and smart in the morn
Well! a duty bound officer in charge
pleased to have one with a fair charge
a figure in the watchman’s robe
a ploy to show off the house is secure
a note of vanity in me well explained.
The night watchman he is
always keeps vigil outside
goes around every half an hour
blows his whistle harsh
perhaps in a way to say
he is awake and alert
the sound is at its peak
when the night sets in
becomes very weak
while the dawn arrives
a show of fatigue very explicit
that be his routine all the year
being there for a decade now
a means to earn his bread
not a likely occupation anyway.
This being the most realistic attribute
as many other intricacies follow
with serious intonations in the go
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