The Real Battle
Two roses aspire to be in love from petal to petal
Fragrance reinvigorates beauty to ameliorate
They are ready to face the life just like a real battle
And transitory sonnets to associate, narrate
All the colours of life with just different shades
The dew drops on the petals glorify the state
But death has its own stairs to sharp edged blades
What a fortune and what a miserable fate
Roses are roses with their own pain and pleasure
They take birth to make surroundings colourful
And then die down leaving behindthe love treasure
Their transitory stay is beautiful and wonderful
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright June 2021 Love Remains