A Blind Alley
When there is disappointment in life
Mercy of God comes to but satiate
Whatever may be the sharpness of knife
It changes to fortune from the fate
Love is so superior to cross the horizons
That soul goes to trance to appreciate
The taste is overtaken by burning suns
Truth touches beauty to be associate
Man is so ungrateful, he is never happy
Never bows in front of one but to many
Remains in shackles and is never ever free
This is how he agrees to be in a blind alley
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Golden Glow
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