I prayed for the spring and flowers started to bloom

The process my beloved left no place and no room

Under these circumstances I will be left with gloom

I do not know how to go about and just with whom


I pray for you to spread tresses on the shoulders

To inform the world about all our real love folders

To touch caress beauty from boulders to boulders

My sweet beloved we are the traditional holders


Of all love beliefs of all faiths in just the real sense

I will take the duty to measure sentence to sentence

You are my sweet princesses I am your real prince

Let us be the real lovers in the real alarming sense


Col Muhammad Khalid khan

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