When I have a chance to glance
At bougainvillea in love's trance
Its red color reminds debut
Of your lovely peaks in two
Then I think there is no choice
But just listen to that voice
Which comes out from my heart
And portrays the beautiful chart
When we were together in a hut
Away from all this worldly rut
When we shared all love jokes
When there were no dirty chokes
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2004 FEELINGS
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