Mad Moth Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

A palmist when my palm sees and then reads
My heart carries your beauty like love seeds
My sweetheart on love takes and just pleads
I can not live with out you beauty succeeds
In every spring your love crops up and leads
With pain of your absence my heart bleeds
All your actions I cherish with all the deeds
My heart is in trouble and requires and needs

Come my heart come to see me on my love path
For your sake I am ready to take on all the wrath
Your love made me beggar ignore my torn cloth
Allow me to cherish your graces with love bath
let us in togetherness take beauty on the love path
You are my candle of light I am your mad moth


Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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