To Implore Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

Let my sweetheart to take me a smooch
To see your graces to play with brooch
Beauty in front of love just seeking mooch
In style and taste she is graced like hooch

With beauty what she is and what she is not
Burning like blazon sun in her bosom's knot
Such a wonderful beauty like burning hot
Don't ask about love it is like a beggar's pot

Let burning beauty but spread its real wings
Let beauty dance on soft musical love strings
My sweetheart please don't play with feelings
Your curves and curvatures for me are blessings

Let me teach you love what real love stands for
Through sheer efforts where one has to explore
When nothing is in store then what is to restore
Please be mine in the trial what I have to implore

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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