Blood Is Still Oozing Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Blood is still oozing from the mother's wound,
She had lost her only son long before,
The great son had died a heroic death in the war front,
But he is very much living even today in his mother's pensive thought,
The loving mother weeps every moment for her dead son.
Her heart breaks in extreme grief
And she firmly holds her dearest son's picture in her soft bosom,
As if nothing in the world, how much powerful it may be,
can snatch her beloved child from her secure lap,
Indeed it's the greatest truth of all.
Everyone can forget his name,
But a mother can not,
The son is immortal to his mother in the real sense.