Gold Medal With Limbless Man Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Gold Medal With Limbless Man
A old man without limbs
Creeps up to an old oak tree
To feel comfortable beneath its shadow
And prepares himself to share his own story
With his relatives, villagers and students thereof
Associated with his bravery in war.
The glory, he linked with blood stained hands
And his comeback with A Life without limbs.
He exhibitated the symbol of glory
Tied into his neck, to all those who are around.
With a sense of vanity
Gilttering Gold Medal as a spirit
To make him feels, he is still alive.
Hence, he feels proud of what had happened.
But one thing that always pinched him.
Her beloved had ran away with someone else
Leaving two infant babies behind.
When he was in war, fighting with his own life.
Neither, those who were shot dead by him.
Nor, those who exploded his body with grenade
Were his own enemies.
But he never understood he was hired
To work for the country that isn't his motherland.
He hadn't lost his limbs for
Protection of sovereignty of his motherland.
Poverty enforced him to fight for
Benefits of others.
At the cost of his own life
Echo of bitter reality is still
Not audible to rest of the world.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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