A Bodyguard

A bodyguard sits on the doorstep,
Bodily he is strong, more than you.
There is enforcement, any soldier can not,
He is my endoskeleton, real hard.
Thanking him I gain leadership,
Heels are attached to the visit.
The cowards pray and prey, with force,
Like gentlest devils of all the wild nature.
A bodyguard sat all through my nights,
Like a heavenly figure of the nights.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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