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Victorian
An old man with a beard like a prophet
Comes behind me very vigilant
Various badges on his torn coat
And should be a retired Vice-Admiral.
He calls me; ' Son, stop for a while
And I have noticed you since a long time
That you must belonged to Victorian era
Regarding your conduct that express the originality.'
'I am sorry Sir, I think you have mistaken
And I am from Sri Lanka,
This is an imitation Victoria Cross
And I have never been to British Armed Services
But an ordinary soldier who fights with the life.'
I said politely.
I saw he goes in a different way
And tells the same story to another pedestrian.
poem
by
Nimal Dunuhinga
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