A Soldier\’s life


there He blew in before a week ;
not knowing his corporeality
is bound to abridge.
Never did she whine or whimper it's onus or it's guilt .
'Can't it possibly be a fallacious Argument ' consoled her
meagre desire; If only had she
known it was his last,
She would have nerved herself,
For the agonizing act of God- And Perhaps delineated her son-that papa was a Super man, Who loved His Country, more than his little brood.

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