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Dimithri Wijerathna
Mary in tears with white flowers
Near the burial of his soulmate
Who gave thousands of dreams
With the coloured and painted world
Ten years ago, he was young
Unknowing the reality
The battlefield is harsh
In fond of stars with uniform
He becomes a soldier
Comrades commanded
“Soldiers go forward.”
The young soldier with his troop
Holding guns shaking hands
Trembles; lose the position
Enemies the powerful
Shoot him in a powerful weapon
He dragged down as a weak tree
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Posted 8:31 pm | Saturday, 05 June 2021
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