What ever my beloved writes in Persian
I take it echo of my heart like the intuition
Even if do not know what to accept or shun
But her writings do carry her elegant fashion

I quench my heart's thirst to know to follow
At times I do not understand ,remain hollow
Her beauty makes my love ridden heart ,bow
Even I know nothing still I say I know I know

A white flower in yellow desert she seems to be
Time and again she is in front just like clear sea
At one time she agrees at another she is to disagree
My stance is stance of love without any valid plea

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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