The Silent Warriors Poem by Prasenjit Roy

They rise like the break of dawn,
While others rest and gently yawn.
They don't need weekends, there's no festive cheer,
Their devotion to duty make them rare.

In khaki and angola, they control busy street,
Where law and order very often meet.
They accept criticism even after doing the right,
Still they guard the day, defend the night.

They face thousand blame and biased tales,
Where falsehoods fly and justice pales,
Still stand upright, fearless and true—
A ray of hope in skies of blue.

Peoples think of their comfort, zealous of their style,
They hide emotions with fake smile,
There lies a fire, fierce and grand,
Fueled by love for own motherland.

They don't need recognition, loud applause—
Have faith in their tireless cause.
They are ever ready to respond to nation's call,
They rise, for the security of motherland, above the all.