Pain To Pleasure Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

Torture and tyranny, odds and difficulties
Help to refine one from just pain to pleasure
Every fire burnt on the way becomes candle
To lead towards real essence of real treasure

When I look back I see hypocrites to mislead
Then I bow my head in sheer love and servitude
I have nothing at disposal but set of bad deed
My master being too kind gives me fortitude

Let love prevail in the shelter of beauty in trance
The rivals and rascals embraced their dirty goal
I was saved every time by your kindness in glance
God always came forward as savior of my soul

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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