In every spring your love haunts me
Your beauty reminds me bygone days
Pearls of rememance I carry along to see
How you come out of me like light rays
What I was and what you turned me to
In a situation I can not be able to explain
When I will encounter all obstackles thru
My injuries require suture but not salty rain
You proved how pride runs in the blood
You played with me by taking me a puppet
I do not think you be able to bear the flood
To put a suture of beauty on my open cut
I embraced you time and again in dream
I saw your rose petals like beautiful cheeks
But then my awakening made me scream
When my heart in pieces leaks and bleeds
It is world of tyranny and oppression of rivals
Who always play tricks to attack and win
What is my sentiment and emotion of revivals
Is love a crime and to appreciate beauty a sin
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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