The Return

Be brave, be brave my mother, Don’t shed these tears of yours, I’ll soon be back, After saving another mother from foe.

Don’t go, don’t go my son, don’t go, You’re my only one, the only Pretence for which I live, How can I send you, to the front.

O’ my mother be brave, For I’ve to go, the war clouds Are already up. How can I stop.

Don’t go my son, Your father too went, But never returned. Now you’re on. Don’t go, don’t go my son.

Be brave my mother, I promise to return, If too dead, I will return. O’ let me go my mother, to the front.

Fine my son, I let you go, But, you’ve promised to return, You’ll have to return.

So, there he went, The brave soldier to the front, With a duty and a promise, To be fulfilled.

Then started the war, a deadly war, The deadliest of all. Hundreds killed, thousands injured; Centuries past wouldn’t have witnessed it.

In the war, the brave soldier, Showed his valor, much truly than others. Neither the bullet nor the sword, Could separate his soul from his mortal body, Until the war was won.

They took his body, To the mother Whose son, Had promised to return.

All her relatives and near ones, Cried, except she. All eyes watered, Except for her’s.

She seated herself, Comfortably, with eyes, Fixed on the door, and only said- “My son would return.”

All of them said, With much sympathy in their hearts, “Poor lady, Much grieved by her son’s death.”

However, that night, Her son did return, Though, without his body, In her dream, to fulfill his promise.

“O’ my mother, I’ve kept my promise, See I’ve returned, To live in your heart, Till you leave this mortal world.”