Love is just a gamble and the novice has to lose
One sells his heart to beloved and soul to muse
For some it is a suture for other it is like bruise
Lovers are condemned along with their views
Knowing fully I will lose still I aspire to play
She is my dawn who has carried away my day
Beloved excels in heart and a lover has to stray
Under all circumstances price of love is to pay
But If you just take my hand in to your hand
Then we will have same frequency and band
I lost my love in heaven and loser on ground
So what do you think what may be loser's stand
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
Love is just a gamble and the novice has to lose
One sells his heart to beloved and soul to muse
For some it is a suture for other it is like bruise
Lovers are condemned along with their views
Knowing fully I will lose still I aspire to play
She is my dawn who has carried away my day
Beloved excels in heart and a lover has to stray
Under all circumstances price of love is to pay
But If you just take my hand in to your hand
Then we will have same frequency and band
I lost my love in heaven and loser on ground
So what do you think what may be loser's stand
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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