Dec 2016
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.
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.
Hope you guys like it.
Thank you!
Hope you guys like it.
Thank you!
