Waiting For The Intruders Poem by Nida Fathima

Waiting For The Intruders



Oh! I'm a soldier,
For my dad.
Left the dears,
Is some big hard.

Waiting for the intruders,
To cross the border.
Shooting must be trained,
Not a soldier trainee.

Thursday, March 31, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: dad,poem,soldier
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