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The most awakening sound, that used to be

Is to hear the bell of the postman

As every second, every minute

It was the only thing I wanted to hear



I run around with joy

I shed a happy tear

When I receive a letter

From my son, my hero

My life, my gift to the world



I am always proud to say,

“My son is in the battle field,

Fighting with our foes

To protect our motherland,

To protect every common being”



But today,

Why am I standing here in dismay?

With tears filled in my eyes.

But not tears of joy or happiness,

But tears filled with grief and sorrow.

Same as the tears I shed,

The first time I sacrificed him

For the well being of the human race



But today is it different or is it the same?

Because I have to say goodbye

Once again,

But this time from my heart

As everything will only be a memory,

Because he is lying in front of me

Motionless!!!!