Last Page from a Martyr’s Diary

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She ran to the door as the bell rang

A man in uniform, with an envelope in his hand

He saluted her with the entire honor

Handed her the envelope and sat in the corner

She looked as if her wounds have healed

Ran to the kitchen to get it pealed

The letter was stained, with blood and sand

Opening the letter with trembling hand

Smell was clear of gun smoke

As she read the words he wrote

It was from her love in a far off land

A shiver was visible in her hand

He left a son and was freshly wed

His love was called to join the deck

I fought with bravery and fought with zeal

I made my enemy to defeat and kneel

My country asked for duties of its son

I kept my courage until it was won

This is what I signed up to…

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Men Out There

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Out there in a dark, quiet mysterious night

Hidden in the grass, covered with mud

Six feet tall, a handsome looking guy

 

He is not terrified by the thundering clouds

He is not taken back by the scary sea

He doesn’t show a sign of threat

 

He is not fearful of thunder or storm

He is there in dawn or dusk

He stays still even if it rains or hail

 

He is not bothered of getting sick

Is he not afraid of all the things around?

A single bullet can kill him, if he is found

 

He doesn’t care that he is sleep deprived

He doesn’t care that he is tired

He is wide awake and vigilant in his task

 

Lying there unmoved, without blinking an eye

Why is he out there, doesn’t he has a home

Wife, children, not a single relative at all

 

He reminds himself of this ancient creed

He has a belief that he is the last hope

These barren sands are his home

 

Why is he doing this, and for who

For the sake of his home, for the peace of his land

This is what he has been trained to do

 

Last Page from a Martyr’s Diary

She ran to the door as the bell rang

A man in uniform, with an envelope in his hand

He saluted her with the entire honor

Handed her the envelope and sat in the corner

She looked as if her wounds have healed

Ran to the kitchen to get it pealed

The letter was stained, with blood and sand

Opening the letter with trembling hand

Smell was clear of gun smoke

As she read the words he wrote

It was from her love in a far off land

A shiver was visible in her hand

He left a son and was freshly wed

His love was called to join the deck

I fought with bravery and fought with zeal

I made my enemy to defeat and kneel

My country asked for duties of its son

I kept my courage until it was won

This is what I signed up to do

so my country can stay Free and True

Don’t worry about me anymore

I will be in rest and peace for sure

I will go now, as things started to fade

Remember crying over a martyr is forbade

I know I will not see you, I know I will die

Before it is late to say good bye

There is something I must say

I thought of you all each and every day

I am sorry to break, the promise I made

I know you’re alone but don’t be afraid

God who called me to his home

He is the one who won’t let you roam

I love you all and miss you too

She wiped her tears and stand up high

Ready to sacrifice her son with smile

The Most Deserving – Mother

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Looking at the full moon lately, a strange thought hit like an electric bolt, the shaded area on the moon resembles to a picture where a mother is sitting with her child in her hands. It is just my own perception and thought and I don’t want to enforce it to anyone, but it got strong when I gathered my thoughts and came to a conclusion that no wonder our Holy Prophet said mother, mother, mother when asked who should be taken care of more a father or a mother.

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Mother, Mom, Mommy, Maa, Amma, Ammi, Ummi all these refer to one and one person in our lives and i.e. our mothers. Starting from the day when you are announced to born she is the one person who takes all the hardships to bear you, all this does not offer her a vacation from her routine duties instead this…

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Thank you for being there

You were there when i opened my eye
You were there when i wanted to cry
You had a smile when i took my first step
You were there when i needed the help
You were there when i didn’t know how to eat
You were there to wash my dirty feet
You were there when i was flat
You were the one who made me glad
You always showed me what is right
My every success was always your pride

MoM i dont have words to say it to you
Just want to say i live you too

Happy Mother’s Day

 

Hidden Secrets

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Struggle to find the meanings in the world, we all live

we try, try, and try but still wonder where it may lead

Unasked remain the questions with the fear of rejection

The answers to which are hidden deep inside our mind

hidden inside our soul, the life we try to live

hidden in our lives are stories left untold

This is because we never let them flown

But before they ruin let them be known

Release those untold secrets; let your mind free

The memories will fade; and fade forever

Once the answers are known, your secrets are told

The struggle will be over

Your soul will be free, you’ll finally be home

 

Hidden Secrets