With Vision Blur Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

At the stroke of midnight comes a stroke of luck
When you come in my dream and I stroke hair
Like lover I am in garden for every flower to pluck
Light makes my eyes to close like sudden glare

Your soft and tender hand is in a state of rustle
When I look down in to your eyes you just smile
Like sweet romantic artful companion as angel
I forget every thing about life pain just for a while

My sweetheart is more intelligent than she seems
Hence I am bound to take every order from her
It is quiet sure that she is princess of my dreams
On misty path to travel with her with my vision blur

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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