The Hunting Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

Curvey angels are out to rock
Hearts are to break the locks
Love and beauty travel in flocks
Lovely doves will face the hawks

Hunting is not love but just sex
Emotions are burning in need to fix
How the enchanting souls can relax
Beauty demands all love as heavy tax

Wine increases the fire to burn
Now there is no point to return
Bullets are to be fired from guns
Nuns will remain no more nuns

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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