My Painter Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

My Painter
My painter has painted me with all love and affection
But I do not know why I still aspire for every perfection
At times in my disappointment, despair and dejection
I think what ever I am, that I am, no point of correction

I know with the passage of time I deteriorate, I will fade
I am in transit being transitory bear pain and to degrade
Back to all my original colors from which I was but made
Still I maintain it is not me but will of the painter to wade

My master has given me all the colors of life to be colorful
He has ingrained in me all vices and virtues of sweet angel
I remained on wall of fate with pain and pleasure push, pull
But I am in complete servitude to obey the will as a real bull

At times I just do complain in a light vein about my existence
At very many occasions I feel fragrance of colors as my essence
Some colors have gone down light which were really dense
But I have all my doubts about my wit intelligence and sense


Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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