I was waiting for a letter as I opened, special words sang the header A moment of pride embedded along a little incident flashed among Teary eyes looked at, scanned the letter words spelt just as a young kid Then I realized he was on a mission to save the country from the enemy nation As I touched the letter, it had the blood of my boy I held it close as I was the mother of a martyred
Mother of A Martyred – A Poem

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