The Unsung Hero

This is the story of not the armored warrior

Nor a tale of king facing barrier

An unheard, voiceless, and soundless mortal

Who swayed in the battle of daily throttle.

The hard work and dedication

The pain and patience

The juggling in the circus called world

Defying his sorrows, fear and vain.

The unsung hero who fights a battle for us.

She is a housewife, a traffic man or the watchman guarding us

The common man who runs a marathon everyday, to meet the ends after all day ruckus

Defending, supporting the loved ones from thorns of life

Engulfing the wounds within thee

No swords, nor weapon

Negligible recognition, responding to all order one beckons

How unheard and unseen do these unsung heroes wander

Nonstop juggling, worthy of ponder

Serving and brain draining

To keep us all at ease

Let us give them a thanksgiving

A gesture for the support they give us. Please!

Their work and dedication do never go unsung

Take a step forward, hold their hands and join the beads unstrung.