Me To Excel Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

Me to Excel
My heart is a staunch critic never allows me to excel
But when it is matter of heart it becomes ready to compel
Its all integrity for the sake of beauty makes it rebel
Then it never minds whether to live in heaven or in hell

Do not burn your hands my sweetheart in burning fire
It will eat you up my beloved do not tread on quagmire
The streaks of light which sneak from your romantic attire
Hit in my eyes in my heart in my soul as a sole love desire

Let us take your beams of beauty to make galaxies in sky
Let me embrace you and to take you to heights let us fly
Even if I have to go back in your lap I want to happily die
Please be mine my sweetheart just give me a real last try

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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