Those in camouflage and dejection,
are your men,loved distraction.
My Lord! supper controller is you,
don’t deflect for adornation.
I landed to govern,
Divinity caught me in worn.
The moments I got,
found your creature as wrought.
It seems time-departure approaching,
It seems the other world waiting.
Lord! You are the hope for those lorned,
You don’t deject your men, abandoned.
We ride horses to different hoel,
Every race end at your settled goal.
We are your men,rinse bad deeds,
Shower blessings and beautify soul.
Student Dd Target PMT Class 12th