A Stranger Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

From birth till death we just remain strangers
We have to pay to beauty for all love errors
By being on bed of roses we take other to altars
We consider we play tricks but we are defaulters

A stranger can not show sincerity in his tribute
You send flowers and in return you just shoot
Mannerism tells you in respect you have to salute
For future reference don't indulge in such pursuit

Strangers remain as they are not even acquaintance
Never ever seriously taken their essence and fragrance
Science and morality has failed to lessen the distance
I am neither a lover nor friend but still feel her presence

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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