The Real Lovers Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

Love of Allah makes one to forget himself and all around
Like force strong it makes spell bound and bound to surround
It makes one to be in trance and then to take a sheer chance
To see the whole truth and nothing else but truth in a glance
It is in the annals of history that when a lover was enthralled
He was cut into pieces alive then his pieces were burnt to be called
On the alter of love he exclaimedthe superiority of eternal love
His ashes were thrown on the river which was remember now
Eternal beauty and eternal love when are desired ask for life
It is not a bed of roses it is full of poison double edged knife
Lovers are like moths and beauty is like glowing light of a candle
It is a journey in the hot desert with naked head difficult to handle
But supreme are those who never give in and are martyrs of love
In their hearts of heart with clean eyes and hearts are innocent dove

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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