looks on at the porch, disbelieving all lies.
Gave birth to a 'lion', her lifelong treasure -
he was her entire world beyond measure.
To shield from evils tied him an amulet -
a mother's eternal love, lest none forget.
While her son wielded gun and sabre -
a mother's prayer overcame mental labour.
While he kept gunning, kept on trying -
others were no more - lifelessly lying.
Staggering, stammering onward he tread -
he returned home to his mother, but dead.
When hero fell there was smoke still -
life's battle was lost but he won the hill.
Bravery, courage would forever rhyme -
somethings are eternal, flowing in time.
That's how golden wombs send men away -
they would be no more while others stay.
Martyrs are born when soldiers die -
'All perishes in time, is just another lie'.
©PRASENJIT
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