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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