Training. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Training.
The baggage was ready
Neatly ironed dresses, articles
The period of joy ends
The only son leaving the home
The mother weeps in silence
And standing near the door
To send her only son for the job
Where he is qualified and selected
The training and posting thereto
To defend the nation he so loves
Pacifies the mother with a smile
A peculiar moment there it seemed.
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5/2/2024 6:38:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The only son leaving the home! Nice piece of work.