You are like my soul when it leaves the body
Someone puts his hand on my eyes not to see
I wish to see to which abode it destined to be
Neither I had any wish to be in world nor plea
It is up to the beloved how she gives any verdict
It is she who has to select all the path to tread
Love demands that it is her right to declare, select
What is me is just to follow the orders to be dead
My beloved you are the real light of my eye sight
Without you how can I be able to take any flight
It is you who has made my future luminous, bright
I do appreciate I am your duty and you are my right
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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