I’m still waiting, my son

I carried you in my womb; I nursed you on my bosom

I nurtured you, I tended to you and I cared for you.

You grew to be a strapping youth of kind heart & reason

You made my heart swell with pride and joy, long due.


Then you went off to the army, to serve the nation

And I was left behind my child to pray and wait alone.

I feared for you even though I knew it was your vocation

I waited for you to come back home, say you were done.


But, you my valorous child did what was by fate bidden.

You forsake your own safety, like you father and fought.

And just like the wave of bravery your father had ridden,

You laid down your life, to the nation laurels you bought.


Now I am left alone, I’m still waiting for you to come,

Even though I know that you have gone to meet father.

I still yearn for you; crave to hear you call me Mum,

Even though I know you have departed to a world another..


Image – Arthur Humeau via unsplash


About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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