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A WARRIOR
A mother sitting on the gate
Waiting for her son
Who might be late
He told that he will come
soon
But he went on passing many
noon
Everyday she gaze on road
Looking for her son
Coming from a abroad
He told his mother not to cry
>Keep tears until, “I return
victory thy”
Days and night came and
passed
Thinking at her son’s task
Tears came in her eyes
When her son didn’t come
And didn’t send reply
The glimmer of hope
Was still in her mind
Praying for her son
Who was in the war
Her days began
One day she saw a man
Coming towards her hut
Similar to his son
She hurriedly went to the
door
But it as a postman and no
one more
She huffed and puffed
Opened the card
Read it
With all might in her heart
It said that her son was dead
In a grief she touched her
head
With salient tears in her
eyes
She proudly said
“My son is nation’s pride”
I am glad to be his mother
Who has been a
great “WARRIOR”
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