Eyes, limbs and other organs so treasured <br />For motherland, I and my mates forfeited <br />Blood and flesh, in battle, we threw out <br />Worth the course, against which, we all fought <br /> <br />I see with wit, how motherland takes a turn about <br />I marvel our kids enjoy the freedom, moving about <br />I ponder how they feel, if they were here then <br />Let them learn soon, how dreadful days we passed <br /> <br />I keep watching people in day to day life <br />Rich, poor, young, old, men and women alike <br />Being busy, active, mindful and careful too <br />Carrying on today, with no fears of any woe <br /> <br />People seem to have forgotten sleepless nights <br />Lingered hidden starving, for thirty years <br />Many a nights they sought refuge in woods <br />Clung on to each other with non-beating hearts <br /> <br />Resurrected self I, witness smiles on faces <br />Overjoyed listening to free lively voices <br />I reincarnate, feeling the warmth in hearts <br />Envision I, a resurrected land, par paradise <br /> <br />Carnage of those days, no more on this land <br />Horrifying nightmares, shan't be recurred <br />Terrorism so raunchy ’n repugnant, gone for good <br />Be my motherland hailed, high and bright<br /><br />Jayatissa Liyanage<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-hero-s-nostalgia/
