Life is just a dramatic act, flow
Which makes us to go in a row
Row which we always carry along
By justifying what's right what's wrong
We strive to capture a moment from life
By being always on the edge of knife
For that moment we kindle the spark
By achieving that ultimate mark
We intend to change spark in to flame
For which we take every ones blame
But that moment never comes in life
Hence our soul remains on edge of knife
We have to carry our cross till last
In the process we blast in past
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow
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