Widow of the martyr of Pulwama


Now what should I talk about the Pulwama attack?
What should I say when my lips are already hurted?
Once I was a better half, once a wife, once I was a soulmate.
My hubby was a soldier and I was his life partner.
The procession has arrived without my groom.

In how much hurry he was to separate from me?
I had not even seen him to the fullest.
What life should I start now alone?

Cared for mother and supported old father. Who will look after me since I am your widow?
If you are not here, then what is this world for?

Mother hugged me seeing my bare wrists.
I was shivering and there was this spring of tears from my eyes.
What should I do with the gift wrapped in a tricolor?

Your martyrdom has glorified the respect of the country,
It has increased the pride of my barren trichion.
But what should I do of the tears which still rain from my eyes?

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