What a scene it was,
Your eyes filled with tears,
Your heart yelling out all your fears.
The previous night,
You cried for me to return,
Look I actually did,
But only to get burnt.

You screamed in agony,
I stayed still,
You called out to me,
But not being able to console you,
Was my deepest misery.

Beside you stood the lady who gave me birth,
Her eyes no longer able to bear this extreme loss,
But next to her was a man,
His eyes glistening with tears,
Yet,
His chest broadened with pride.
I lay still in coffin,
While that little bundle of joy
Sat beside me,
Confused of what happened.

Wrapped in tricolor I was,
Stars on my shoulder,
An award for bravery in my name.
No, I didn't get any fame,
But those three things made my name.

You cried your heart out,
Yelled all illogical sentence,
Waiting for me to get up and correct them,
But I was gone,
Gone in the name of my nation.

Finally, it was time for my departure,
Everyone cried,
People saluted,
But by then,
You had gained your senses.

You stood up,
Kissed me goodbye,
And the next moment,
Took hold of our little bundle of joy.

" I want you to be like daddy "
You had said,
Without caring that one day,
Maybe he'll be in my place, dead.

That's the spirit of patriotism I believed,
One which didn't even stop you
After seeing your love being buried.

That moment I realized,
Love is not just restricted to ones family,
But it has its boundaries,
Way beyond sanity...

A poem in the name of our soldiers.

By Saniya Akbar.