They do not take care about me being jealous
But they will celebrate my death, remember
Hence they want to keep me always in crisis
They will remember when wind will whisper

People try to stop my light with little palm
They think they can stop my path to tread
With their bad intentions can they be calm
I will remain alive but ,they will just be dead

MY Muse is strong who carries me along
Beauty is anxious to love and to celebrate
My beloved to you I do but really belong
My love is strong and beauty is moderate

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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