The beloved's grace
Can always be seen
On lover's face
If the heart is clean
In the dirty place
The meanest of mean
Can have a solace
Being ever green
But that needs blood
Of tears in eyes
Before being mud
Soul always cries
Don't be a dud
Be a blooming bud
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2004 (FEELINGS)
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