O sanctuary of human bliss, thou conquer the castle of love in the thousand splintered hearts.
You'd never be a refugee of time and war. O, love! Come back to your home to sleep on your mother's lap.
Soothe the broken smiles and uproot the kindness beyond the sunshine.
Get up from your b(ed)attle, uncover the blanket of rusty Devils.
The Hope is the anthem of this universe. Yesterday's wounds are bleeding yet, Nor blood neither pain, rather the pride of the motherland.
Hugs and kisses are not enough, For you sacrificed the purest of souls.
Dusty vision, destruction everywhere, Shedding leaves fall as seeds.
Mesmerized by the music of bullets and bombs?
Hence, the lullabies are sung in the houses of thine nation.
The walls of the martyr's family, broke up the barriers of humanity as the postman recited that one last elegy.
Walking steps are prickly to your bare bones.
The chivalry was fed in the womb, Though valor in your tomb.
23 is the count of your heartbeats, 24th have lost the guts to fight against your sky.
Our flag feels the honor lying upon you. Its covers the deep dug the history of your martyrdom.
Glimpses of bodies clustered in a fist, no enemies left to bother you, O bravery.
The breath I take is a charity of your last. The food I swallow is from your starvation, O feast.
The smile on my face is gifted by your swollen eyes.
The life I am blessed with is a piece of diamond mined under your soul.
Reverence is jealous of your children, as we've been praying for you.
Duty is the priority, safety is a necessity, selflessness the uniforms you wear.
Nights' sleeplessness and days' tiredness, I've never seen in your courage.
I understand now, that separation is the hammer and distance is like the opaque glass, both are harmful to each other.
O father of billions of children, return home.
May your arrival be mentioned in highest of the heavens.
One this evening, the roses, lilies, trees, air and fire mourn for demise.
O soldier, the gold-glazed treasure is to be buried in the 2feet arms of thine mother. The water in the rivers might mingle with the salty oceans, yet your tears would be sacred as you've bestowed on our gardens. Years and eras would narrate an ode on thou, it'll echo in the unknown depths of the hearts.
Forever is true as it beholds your epic battle tales in its entire time.
I can't measure the thankfulness towards you, it is etched in my blood and nerves.
You are not heroes in this world, rather the widespread land we rely on.
This whole mankind is civilized amid the cleavage of your stabbed life.
As you rest, peace prevails.
O warrior of my motherland, a tribute to the patience of your mother.
She gave you birth since the infants in the hospitals are rejoicing their first cry
-Daughter of a martyred soldier
©Hasnath Mubeena
I hope it is worth reading until the end ☺
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