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An Armed Guard - Poem - Subramanian A

An Armed Guard - Poem - Subramanian A

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Published by Subramanian A
What is the kind of life of a soldier and his life after the retirement? Being a bank employee and having worked in Chest branches, I know the life of an Armed Guard and this poem is born out of such experiences. My salutations are due to these people but for whose services, people like you and me cannot have a peaceful night.
What is the kind of life of a soldier and his life after the retirement? Being a bank employee and having worked in Chest branches, I know the life of an Armed Guard and this poem is born out of such experiences. My salutations are due to these people but for whose services, people like you and me cannot have a peaceful night.

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Published by: Subramanian A on Nov 05, 2012
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 05/11/2012.After serving our frontiers-Braving the seasons,Braving the weather,Waging a battle,He returns home-A box of dreamsThe warts of wars,A cartload of memoriesThe gales are now overBut life is not yet over.Growing family, stark realities,Once again he is in the hunt of job.Sometimes as a clerkOften as an Armed Guard,He begins his second innings,He reaches a different inn.Once again he carries his gunOnce again he wears uniform.The dales are the sameBut the role is now different.Under his nose, his frontiers are fine,Under his belt, the counters are safe.He is always a dutiful guard,Even at night, the vault is under his surveillance.And he too retires one dayThe hues of that evening slowly fade.From the gales of roaring decades,He now retreats to his native air.But where are those pleasant dales?I have often seen, it is a sad tale.Hurricane lanterns witness his silent hours,

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