Next door is not just a cafe

Lovers they gather here and sit for a long time.
While sipping a beverage they plan of the future sky scrapers.
Like a shadow an unknown man stands outside
And he does a hat collection for a coffee.
Once he was a combat veteran and his jungle uniform gives an impression of his juvenile.
Though he was a brave soldier, yet he cannot send away even the fly that sits and tastes on his coffee cup.
His limbs are out of order anyway I salute you my dear brother soldier
And the war is over.

* A dedication to the Memorial Day!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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