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An injured soldier’s lament
The rustic damsel’s once enchanting love
Like the ever waning moon did change
When I lost a leg and an eye’s sight
In the battle fought in the Toppigala site.
Now a helpless cripple I lie
With shattered hopes,
Confined to a glittering wheel chair
Donated to those like me in despair
After their brave stint in this war.
How much we once merrily tread far and wide
Along the rosy path of love
Then strewn with floral petals soft.
But now bereft of all that enchanting beauty
One by one silvery tears drop
Wetting my hanky soft
Whenever I think I should have died in battle
Rather than enduring a life-long suffering
Confined to a mute chair.
My ruffled mind and battered body
Do not blame my love
For changing her path
Like an aimless dove
Treading on the wayward path of a new found love
As love seems to exist
Only where the loved one
Could care for the lover
Like how a sensitive gardener
Would a freshly bloomed flower.
Andrew Scott
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