A Writer
A writer is the bestowed one so he is strange
Creativity takes him to the shadows of loneliness
It is this blessing which takes him out of range
Sheer torture and pain are out of just sheer bless
In the valleys of wilderness he aspires for wonder
Love and beauty are shades to make understand
In him very many blades crop up to cut and asunder
His all frequencies are commanded by many bands
Pain is his life torture is his domain to increase pain
But being selected one he has to go through all rut
Showers of poisonous at times, at times mercy rain
Open up very many avenues, vistas and many to shut
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
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