My sweetheart do not throw just all arrows on me
I may not be able to bear all the bruises of love
I am already surrounded by gators in midst of sea
My sweetheart, my beloved, my innocent dove

Our rivals want us to be killed in sheer helplessness
Let us be away somewhere in the forest in small hut
Where with love my love I want to play with tresses
You are my sweet sonnet, wonderful ode I am poet

So let me praise you ,kiss on your juicy red cheeks
To imprint my love on blank sheet of your beauty
We will spend days after days and weeks after weeks
To perform its duty don't keep love in sheer agony

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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