Kissed his unborn blood who was still embraced

by the womb, bade her adieu, he, wiping her cheeks

'See you love' relived a hope within

Asked for graces, asked for strength

not to conquer the foes, but

to come back

to see the eyes and beauty of her she would give to his child.

“Cry not my lady, each tear you shed

lessens a drop of blood in me.

I'll touch you I vow, either by skin

or by spirit. I will touch you I vow.

Your hair will blow when no leaf would

That would be me my lady

touching and embracing you"

He left.

He left his haven paving the way with commotion

of what was left behind

Preordain of where he destined

slightly annihilated his instinct

Soldiers are people of God who calls

whenever he wants, after all.

Every throb in core of him

while knocking off nemesis

skipped, by the remembrances he left mourning there

Still he fought for the nation

for the people for the mankind

for dignity of his robes

for him.

Burned the candles from both ends

just to enlighten the country

The wounds were deeper than oceans

The stabs were redder than blood

as the skins were not of him alone but

of the people he lived for

and ones he left to meet soon.

'Miss you', she ended up the conversations with

'See you soon' he replied to her cries

A second felt like an hour

An hour a month

and a month eternity

For a new soul had already arrived

yelling and shouting for father.

As if the echoes of fires

was hitting the son and he cried

He yearned to kiss him on him

Though enemies needed to be still for life

And so resoluted he

to go. Where rivals craved to be dead

Where this ill will would be anguished forever.

He fought with every ounce he had grown since birth

with every gut he was graced

Airs smelled bloods, soils turned moist

He conquered them he felt

before something penetrates his skin over his bosom

near his heart into his core

tearing everything beneath.

The Lady slept expecting him to come and carry the son

To hug them to his core of whose demise

she wasn't obvious with.

She kissed him in their son

pleaded to lord for him

and slept smiling as if he was going to meet her

the next morn.

And he did. He came

wrapped in tricolor enclosed in steel

and nestled in orange marigolds

Before the fragrances could reach the lungs of the home

it broke. The pillars which held the hopes

shattered. Each mote did burst

every heart skipped pounding.

Not a tear came out

Too pensive to cry t'was

The lady elated as belief in divinity

had triumphed o'er anything again

He had come.

The son didn't cry that morn

for his father had come.

All praised the audacious

granted their last salutes

took him to God

He departed with the last wound in heart

leaving a soul divided in two

And for the first time

She smiled seeing him depart.

His soul had left his body but not her

As she conversed in skies with him

her hair blew. So tremendously.

And not a leaf prompted

There he was, embracing her

Saw him standing there without any shadow

she, smiled as the vow was respected.

In lieu of any curse uttered to foes

consoled herself to comprehend

to what was destined years ago.

Those vows yelling to be settled

Blessed their son to make every atom of those

sniped the man she loved, vanish

did cede she, a vigorous salute to the child.