Prayer to Seasons for my saviors
Hello my dear fellows. Today I am back again with my new poem. And the name is prayer to season for my saviors. He is soldier. Neither carrot wipe his sweat nor blink his eyes. Odious, son of the summer season, I want you to hide behind those dark clouds and drench him under our tears of proudness. O dear winter season, I beg you to keep up. My dear saviors, warm under your chilling wings
Lakshmi Soni
@Lakshmi.soni_14 · 1:38
Hey. Shromi. I hope you are very well and good. The way you describe all the soldier feelings and praying for them is very such a beautiful way. Such an emotional thing you do. The soldier and the army are very close to every Indian. And I'll bohab orders for bad hay, silium shed, garma, safe hair. We really respect them all from bottom, from our hearts and the way you just praying and all