Dark Soul In The Broad Daylight Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Dark Soul In The Broad Daylight
A poor chap is digging trenches
in the frontier beneath the Sungod.
He is not in regular army
who enrol voluntarily.
Like an arrow he has fallen to the earth
who cannot read and write.
For the daily wage he press his thumb mark
on the matt finished wages sheet
but his cataract blurred the notes.
He scorch like charcoal
and he sweats like an ocean.
During the short interval he take a catnap
and he dreams who became the Major General.
He is bit unhappy when he come to the reality
But this brave soul's smile covers all his mentality.
Yeah I dug alot of fox holes, while the generals were sitting in their air conditioned offices giving orders. But I dreamed of being home, not being a general.
Fine Work here, Nimal...Solid storyline....vivid imagery flecks a picture-perfect tale ''''''''''''''''''fjr
A wonderful word portrait of an unsung hero. This old soldier is a very memorable character. Take care, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
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4/23/2024 3:07:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Woah! ! ! stop! press! , this is powerful writting, keep the pen flowing Love duncan X