I sent him
proudly to that faraway land
To the land
where
Death
cruelly awaited him.
He was a
soldier
He had to
go for that war
The war
that claimed his life
And made
him the nation’s pride
But Oh! Who
saw the heart of a mother bleed
As I put up
a fake smile
He was my
son, my only son
As I wiped
the vermillion off his widow’s parted hair
Who saw my
hand quiver and shake
They all
said I was a brave woman
As they
never saw me weep near his grave
But, who
saw the tears on my pillow
As I hung it
to dry every morning
They said I
was so courageous
As I did not
wail at his mention
But, who
saw me spending sleepless nights
Thinking of
him, of his smile
Of how he
had promised to return soon
To put his
head lovingly on my lap
They said I
was a wise woman
As I
consoled his child well
But, who
heard my silenced cries
As I told
his little one
That his
Dad would return soon
With his
unfulfilled promise of getting him a car
As I
stepped on the stage to receive a medal
A medal of
his martyrdom, of his bravery
They all
hailed him as the pride of the nation
But, Oh!
Who saw it as a mother’s greatest loss
The loss of
her son, her only son
Who was
sent to that faraway land
The land
where
Death
cruelly awaited him.
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