Paromita Goswami

I didn’t know it would turn up like this on this day. Today is Border Security Force (BSF) raising day. I am a BSF child. Even my book Grow Up Messy! is the story of a BSF child- growing up with daddy not around. It is something very common in the families of the uniform men in all the spheres. They are missed on many occasions by the family. But sometimes they are just gone forever without even sharing their last message. Leaving behind so many things unsaid.

This poem is dedicated to all the women whose men could not make homewards.


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