Wet with sweat, sweet and cool
Innocent lass on way to school
Making every one a fool
Like a flower gem and jewel
When I saw I failed to see
What price of a glance could be
Completely lost in beauty of thee
Seeking for some reasonable plea
I fell in love and lost in trance
Considering it to be only chance
Beauty has its own romance
Whether in Italy or in France
How to travel on love path
I learnt it from a little moth
He knows who is in hearth
What remains is thy wrath
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2014 Golden Glow
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