My Brave Son

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My brave son She was not there To share My happiness I was in tears "Mom, mom" Tell me to whom Shall I address same? Whom, whom? I looked at wall She was ready to call I could see some visual appearance I turned with pale face No you can't cheat I want to greet Embrace And see your face You left me alone Where have you gone? I remember and you told "You are my brave son in world" It was when I was back from training I was raw young man with no inkling Mom was in tears when I had slept near her She was looking at my face and shedding tears I look at her picture She smiles there With all blessings I feel her being away

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