Love has no language, every language is language of love
Kine-sics communicate more beautifully in real situations
Eyes with their movements communicate open just now
Love always remains in front while beauty behind cannons
Farhad being true lover of Shirin, an ordinary stone cutter
Embraced his love and could opt to dig a forty mile canal
Became extraordinary in his love pursuit being on love altar
Keeping in mind his rationale never ever lost his morale
Love is a constant and continuous torture with chains of gold
It makes a beggar a king with all luxuries and real pleasure
Beauty demands and tests a lover to come up to occasion be bold
Beauty is a worldly treasure of a beloved and lover is soothsayer
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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