From the start of life till predestined end
What one has to receive and what to send
What one has to take what one is to lend
Nothing is known, this is what I pretend

In blind alleys being blind we are to tread
With clean heart we are but just rightly led
We spend time in search of shed and bread
Then in that pursuit we are but found dead

Oh life what type of drama you have to stage
Moments of pleasure are taken away by rage
Lovers always aspire to be one but on one page
But no step can be taken being in invisible cage

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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