My Soldier

The atmosphere was never this merrier
with sweets and presents piling up in the foyer
But once again I heard him clamour
as there was another tremor
he's actually my protector
But Diwali gives him the terror
AS the sound gets louder
he gets closer
when i urge him to be bolder
He wears the face of a friar
I find him searching for a buffer
to shield himself from the human pleasure
When the celebrations are over
he gets under his comforter
my tailed little faithful SOLDIER