Farewell my mother

As I leave your bosom and embark on this journey

I know not if I shall return to your fold.

I know only that I leave one mother to go serve another,

That I leave to protect both you and her.

 

You birthed me mother; you gave me my first breath

But my nation gave me my identity, my respect.

I need to go now, need to rise to the occasion

For my country needs me, I need to protect my nation.

 

Should I come back mother know that I did succeed.

But should I fall in service, know that I did heed,

The call of my calling, the profession I swore to serve.

Know that I tried and from that I never once wavered.


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About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

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