He danced and waved in the drizzle and wind
The man who can’t retire
Headlights shone on him
Like bulging eyes of the night
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This epic tale is poignant enough to wet the eyes! To eke out a living and support a big family of helpless dependents, what struggles and hardships he has to undergo! This poor sentry cannot take even a small break as the boss's hawk eyes are ever focussed on him! His recollections of his days as a soldier lying in narrow trenches under the grip of fear of being killed by the enemy's bullet remind us of the hardships, our soldiers undergo who guard our frontiers. But then there was youth and rum to invigourate him. Now as an aged guard, there is nothing to shield him from the infirmities of old age! Indeed, a highly moving portrait!
This is an amazing piece of literature, Madathil. An epic tale, a poem, a look at life and its intricacies. The details, the style, everything about it was captivating. If I could give it an 11, I would. Thanks for sharing. Peace
Thanks a trillion for your kindness and encouragement Mr. Kurt. Your words came when I was doubting if I had been over-sentimental.
Men who return from the battle need to face the world. The trauma of the battle days on one side and the reality of family and bread on the other. There is no retirement.