His boots are heavy with water,
the drink in his bottle just a quarter;
he walks on fearless, with just one thought:
what he would feel should he get caught.
A flash of a memory of peals of laughter
from his flesh and blood, his little daughter;he fights the emotions that bring tears,
his mind blocking out so many fears.
She must be praying for him now,
he knows she must be making a vow;
his mother, though old, is alert and brave,
she prays day and night for what he would save.
Far away, he struggles, his comrades his strength,
they must walk bravely the whole length;
this is the final, the end it must be,
victory and peace at the end they must see
The lion’s flag they spot at another hold;their courage deepens, they become more bold;
“We shall free them all, we shall see an end,”
he whispers to one near him as they near a bend.
Please keep them safe, they are in service;
hold them close in your prayers for the price
they pay in braving the tortuous paths;
because of them, you are here to light your hearths
Sulekshmie Bambaradeniya |
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