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
^dedicated to the Traffic police man