Thorns Of Soul Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

Thorns of Soul
This world is full of tricks and fraud
Every one is after his vested interest
Every one enslaves other being lord
So sincerity being at stake to burst
Every immoral move is like a thorn
Which one to a limit can just take
Innocent are like a baby newly born
While the rascals take and partake
Soul is bruised with all such crimes
Heart is injured and but just bruised
Under this burden cry but all rhymes
Such madness makes me confused
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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