An ode inspired by traffic policeman

Like in day or night

with a never ending job

when we are up and warm,

in the road they stand

guiding all along

Withstanding the immense pollution

heat, cold and rain,

standing precariously on the road.

What job is it, exposing onself

to modern perils,that nature scorns.

Wary are we, how irritated we get

impatient,bustling with outbursts

at any given time

like in violent rage.

With selfish thoughts, we

wanting to be ahead all time.

Speeding down the lane

with scant regard  

on who's the other side.

It seems so selfless

of the one standing all time,

directing the heavy flow of traffic.

An err or two sometime's,

it's the job that's so demanding

taking the toll on the humane kind.

Isnt it prudent to think

and thank , the one so called

Traffic Policeman.

^dedicated to the Traffic police man