Lost in the sinister of our haven

In the voice of a mother the yearning for her son lost to his land in a terror attack.

He was just an infant,

And in my soul I saw him as a beacon.

He was just a kid,

And he was a portrait where all the innocence hid,

He was just a teen,

When he widened his thoughts and began to dream.

He was just a bit older,

When he decided he would be his motherland's soldier.

He was just a soldier,

This was when his walk on tight rope came over.

He was just treading the paths of manhood,

Making his life reminiscent like one should.

He was just on nation's call,

When fate turned the tables and brought down his fall.

He was just a son whose karma should emblazon,

A son who was lost in the sinister of our haven.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[anumeha]

A very well knitted composition that reminds us of what we owe to families of those serving at the front. god bless you.

[Siddhidatri Pande]

Thanks a lot diidu

[Onlyme]

A beautiful poem. About anyone son or daughter going to war and fighting for their country and beliefs. And getting killed for such a heroic action.

[Siddhidatri Pande]

wonderful to have you review me once again..... thanks a lot my friend...