THE LOCK

Hey groom of a noble heart,

I never find you lazy nor too smart.

My bride of riches is safe with you,

Sleep in her crouch all day through.

I will not forget your loyal serve,

And how you protected my injured love.

When myself careless entered a goat,

Tore the breast of my beloved rose.

She is in my heart talks to me,

At home or away like a string.

I know you are patient with your job,

As virtue of honesty is your robe.

I feel padded and enveloped for you,

Against bouncy attack of cruelty ensue.

It is not a cricket or baseball game I know,

But you are always a helmet of my crown.

Though I am old decimated in my crew,

I saw your honesty only in a few.

I find them trying to lock their chambers,

But unlock their evils in gruesome order.

Paramananda Mahanta