The Fear Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

Pain of love is in torture of beauty
It will refine more my honest sincerity
I know no one else like her is so pretty
Everywhere in any village or the city

My love for her is beyond any bounds
Her charming graces are only grounds
When her fragrance continuously surrounds
Then I lost but all my defensive rounds

She is mine I know but still I feel
Rivals can play and go for dirty deal
In the process they may easily steal
My sweetheart for their early meal

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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