English Ghazal
My love I was so pleased to get the bruises in love
Because the process helped to cross bridges in love
The one who came back from your door was ingloom
Now it is my turn to go through all odds and,lapses
All my sweet wishes were now covered with blood
I found and see myself standing alone on all mesas
When I left this world in disgust and sheer disappoint
I was not complete but was torn in to different pieces
The pulse of the earth has lost all its limits in distress
Because all her body has been torn out in to pieces
Without physical touch she adorned with motherhood
It was a miracles amidst wonderful ,beautiful roses
Mehr is undergoing in fits of love lunacy these days
What a strange world is this and what are the phases

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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