Wet with sweat, sweet and cool
Innocent lass on way to school
Making every one a fool
Like a flower gem and jewel.

When I saw I failed to see
What price of a glance could be
Completely lost in beauty of thee
Seeking for some reasonable plea.

I fell in love and lost in trance
Considering it to be only chance
Beauty has its own romance
Whether in Italy or in France.

How to travel on love path
I learnt it from a little moth
He knows who is in hearth
What remains is its wrath.

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow