With a loud knock, entered a sheet, as white as a shroud!
Nobody knew what it had, solitude or crowd!
With her shaking slim hands,
the shrunken shivering Mother received
and, turned back
to find, no one for who could read.
It had brought her solitude and crowd, together.
She accepted.
How could she not?
She knew her son, has truly returned to her forever
She knew she was the mother of a brave soldier!
So she lives her solitary life,
yet
says with perfect ease 'Yes, my son laid his life, for Her!
Her, The Mother of the Mothers! !
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