WHO IS MY FATHER ?

I used to ask my mother who my father was,

but she never gave me an answer.

I used to hear her as she wept and wept,

 thinking that I had gone to bed long ago and would have slept.

One day she called me and told me who my father was,

about what he did, about how he risked life and limb.

I wanted to shout, I wanted to scream,

but I know he did an honorable death along with his team.

I respect these soldiers I respect these men for I know my father was one of them

I respect these soldiers I respect these men for what they do without any reluctance

~ Ananya Singhal

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