Victorian

An old man with a beard like a prophet Comes behind me very vigilant Various badges on his torn coat And should be a retired Vice-Admiral. He calls me; ' Son, stop for a while And I have noticed you since a long time That you must belonged to Victorian era Regarding your conduct that express the originality.' 'I am sorry Sir, I think you have mistaken And I am from Sri Lanka, This is an imitation Victoria Cross And I have never been to British Armed Services But an ordinary soldier who fights with the life.' I said politely. I saw he goes in a different way And tells the same story to another pedestrian.