Progress Under Stress
She puts her finger on her cheek
Warmth of gesture makes me warm
Where is wine of love I must seek
I am really impressed by the charm
Her graces aspire me to sacrifice
My heart, my soul and my body
Do not ask me my love love price
Allow me to be frank and free
My sweetheart you overtook me
I have but lost all in the process
For you I may be drop in thesea
Let me progress under all stress
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Golden Glow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a great poem....10++++