When beloved in mood then world is in swing
As suddenly all the flowers bloom in the spring
When her graces mix with her style form a string
Sting by bite of love beauty is just bound to sing

Enchanted by her graces I lose every ground
Her sighs are on my neck so my love is bound
To return this wonderful emotion to surround
In music of beauty my love needs no bound

Love is a fire which turns in to a strange shower
Beauty then just starts dancing from tower to tower
My desire is to take her in my warm arms to bower
I remain no more on ground but am in air to hover

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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