A soldier’s daughter

My father was a soldier,
Who fought for the country's pride.
Life was not simple for him,
Without thinking what if he would die.

He was not thinking of us,
But for his country's sisters.
Was he so much forced that,
He can't even come for his daughters?

My eyes were still waiting for him,
Maybe for the festival sweet...
But how could I ever know,
That we would never meet...!

After almost a month or some,
The most dreadful moment came...
He was the hero in his life,
Which he took as a game....

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