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Shooter And The Clay Pigeon
ND (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

Shooter And The Clay Pigeon

The young marksman who is in the services deprives her as a slave.
His love seems to her like military orders.
But how can she salute him in despair?
He is not the right partner though he is well polished.
Let him choose a quarrelsome lass and search for a polite soldier who really fights with life.

*I dedicate this poem to my brother soldiers who are in the meaningless battlefield on this precious Christmas day.
The Lord Jesus preached about brotherhood against the battlefield?

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A very compassionate poem. It is sad to be separated from those whom we love on Christmas Day. But the mind knows no barrier of time or distance. Those who care for each other are never truly apart. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra