My Wards Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

My Wards
For so many years I nurtured you with sweat and blood
I provided you with best food, livelihood and education
I never demanded anything but rocked every flood
So you have to respect me, my valour and my passion
In this state I passed my life being a traveller alone
Alongwith me your mother has sacrificed all desires
I painted this wonderful picture with my blood as crayon
I kept my passion burning with very many fires
Now I gone old and my body has lost vigour but still
I am working hard to be in service to my sweet blood
But now at times when I am ill I think you want to kill
Me and you are ready to send me back to the mud
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright March 2021 Love Remains