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