Police - Myths and Realities

The police guard at the door
Caring neither for his comfort...
nor the Sweltering summer, freezing winter or relentless rain

bound to his duty
stands alone with his rifle
salutes the sahibs that enter and exit.

Alas! There is none to realise,
The monotonous toughness of his job,
the pain of his struggle to make a living.

How he wishes the sahib would stand in for him
for just a few moments maybe...
and could undergo his experience...
by deflating his ego to the level of the guard’s self-esteem.

from my diary, 8th, March 1990