It's been seven years, she still tries to call him controlling all her fears.
The phone was still dead,
And so was his life;
Somewhere between the game of life,
deep inside her heart hope and love was still alive.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
It's been seven years, she still tries to call him controlling all her fears.
The phone was still dead,
And so was his life;
Somewhere between the game of life,
deep inside her heart hope and love was still alive.
A short poem on all the strong mothers, wives and daughters of the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for us.
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