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