We are all in a transit camp for our turn to proceed
In front of commandment of God we have to concede
Being helpless our case we are unable to present plead
As per written decree being bound our hearts may bleed
It does not matter what is our caste color and creed
But it is quite sure what is written in fate will happen indeed
Like prisoners we are chained in invisible eternal chains
Even then we have to survive even if we are down the drains
Mostly love is the matter of hearts and not matter of brains
There is one destination to which moving all the moving trains
We are unaware whether these are sheer losses or sheer gains
We do not know whether these are cruel clutches or merciful rains
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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