Desires are like burning wires
Burn inside like fire in fires
Approximately three hundred and sixty
Remain always in human proximity
The black colour absorbs it all
Saves man from abysmal fall
Statues are in the temple of soul
This is what determines human goal
Man being weak is overtaken
In the temple of soul foresaken
Falsehood takes the shape of satires
In this world of hypocrisy buyers
Everything engulfed in fire vanishes and expires
When truth comes then falsehood retires
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2013 Chains of Life
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