Jyoti Budhathoki

Mama, your daughter isn't soldier My soul is getting older I'm trying to get out And, For it I have fought Mama, I just wanna say sorry  And please don't worry Someday, somehow I will meet you  Mama, Don't cry when I'm gone And this will be my last word.

Mama, your daughter isn't soldier My soul is getting older I'm trying to get out

Everyone has a different story and everyone is unique. It is said that life gives equal perks of happiness and sadness, but not everyone can be as lucky as those word sounds to be. Not every smile we see is a true smile as some smiles have thousands of desperations behind it, and how would I miss th...