English Ghazal
Don't play with fire less you burn your hands
Love is like music which travels in all bands
How can love be written on receding waves
I am a stupid person making images on sands
When I look in to your eyes flowers start bloom
All barren lands convert in to the flowery lands
We my love are one bound in a chain to love
Love in search of beauty is knitted in the strands
I am an ordinary human from mud of my land
You my sweetheart come from all the fairylands
Mehr is full of love just from his heart and soul
What Love I carry in heart, beloved understands
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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