Eden green eyes,
strawberry red lips,
soft bronze skin,
and spools of ebony
hair that brush her
shoulders. '
A bubbly laugh,
a light touch,
an impish smile,
a queens body,
and a twisted sense
of humor.

The old champion bows her head and drops her torch.
Fatigue has set in after a century of drudgery
And all her commitment shown, no one can question her decision.
Her partisans are bleak and sympathetic
For how long should they ask the weary warrior to keep standing?
The new masses turned away and the poor exiled under law of phylogeny,
There is now no beacon but a rickety fence creakin’
That children fear when blows the old wind, once called freedom.

Cooking beneath the shell
The meat of my thoughts
Like a hermit crab
The boiling of my dreams
Escaping as high-pressure steam
Through tiny fissures
In dye-shifting armor

I never opened up
I never bent or broke
and never cracked
But now is never
All I have, I’m giving back

Plug your ears
To the deafening screams
That no amount of heating
Can make edible
You are the hardness of my shell
Omnipresent and Incredible

How can I say that you have left me in exile
How dare I take any insult for my beloved
It is better not to put out hidden rank and file
What is the fun in taking secrets to open lid

I wept in loneliness for my humble approach
My helplessness has played on me but havoc
Please help me in my survival do not reproach
So that my love reciprocate beauty as my luck

You are mine and i am yours as per love ethics
No one can separate us from each other ever
Love surpasses beauty from old time as relics
No one can change its status and real endure


Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow