Ghazal 15 Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

Ghazal 15
My sweetheart you want to deport from place to place
For your sweet and lovely eyes I am ready for the race
Your whispers your gestures and your curves I celebrate
As a last resort hand in hand I let me see you face to face
For your sake I have been disgraced by all and sundry
But being a staunch lover I kept up your honor and grace
I have sacrificed my all luxuries and opted for the torture
Before I leave let me take you in arms for the last embrace
I realized I saw footsteps on sand with receeding waves
I have done my duty by being with you from pace to pace
Mehr will not survive, will surely going to die in disgust
To save you from embarrassment, will not leave any trace

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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