Truly Happy

Heroic.

That single word was reeling all around.

The wife tried to smile,

But she couldn't

Nor could she meet anyone's sympathetic gaze

She felt hopeless when she should have felt proud

Martyred.

They said.

The father was talking to the people around

His face contorting now and then

An odd shade cast upon

Saviour. Valour. Honour.

The guards gave high salutes

Their chests straight with respect

The mother was trying to smile

Even though it didn't come

All she could but reminisce the past

Bravery.

The sister heard.

She felt angry all of a sudden

But she could not tell why

Her lips quivered slightly

Sacrifice

The tiny daughter looked confused

What was going on?

Where was father?

She asked her mother where he was

"He went to the Almighty."

"For this country, your father will be a hero."

Even though she did not understand

She smiled and said,

"I want to be like him."

And she was the one truly happy to listen to people praising about her father.

May his sould rest in peace.

Amen.