Proud to be a widow

O my love!where were you,
when our baby took birth?
O my love!Where were you,
when our house filled with light?
O my love!
You were in the battleground;
fighting for our nation,
when we were in festive mood.
O my love!you were not by my side,
And now I wiped off my bindi too.
But I won't cry,as you are a martyr.
O my knight,your sleepless nights,
And relentless work made us safe.
And when you lose your life too,
I can spread your valour to our baby.
And your contended wife is;
proud to be your widow,
and will be mother of a soldier too.