Widow of Martyr

I asked him if he is with me
Or lost in someone else's dream ?
I asked him if I am her sunshine
Or I am her beam ?

But as usual he was in photograph just front of my face,
Whenever I look at him I always get glow and get a grace.

But still I have a doubt he went for a date with someone else,
And sometimes I wait for him that he will come back home and ring bells.

But at the end of the day I know he is not coming back,
He is in another world for god sake,
Still the hope is there in my heart
That no god can do us apart.

I still doubt his love for me
How can he leave me without any goodbye,
I can do nothing about it but sigh.

I remember he said he'll be back before going to war,
I thought its just another task for which he is going this far.
But I didn't know that was the last time I am seeing my soul-mate,
I didn't know that this is what written in my fate.

The news which changed my life realeased on 13th december.
But I feel proud that he is the martyr, that everybody will remember.

I know the truth of him never coming home,
But still i do make up and comb.
In the hope that maybe he'll come back with a bouquet full of flowers in his arm,
As my hope is fake but a support for making me calm.

I know his love was true not for me but for his country,
He is my world and he was and he will remain my whole country.
I am saying this not under the pressure of the society but I am saying it bluntry.

Four years have passed still he is with me not in real life but in picture of a paper,
My tears are not my weakness its a cloud of my emotions in the form of vapour.