Chains Are Chains Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

Chains Are Chains
Golden chains of love are taken over by hard iron chains
Stress and strain are part of the game with lot of pains
Cruel hands of fate take in grip to kill in severe hurricanes
Life is a game full of trics and to terminate on false plains
World is an unknown station with lot of up and down trains
One remains unaware of different losses and different gains
Humans are standing on straight paths on straight lanes
Thehearts are full of hatred, and contempt with tricky brains
Humans are strange and pass through strangest paths
The due to their actions get less mercy and more wrath
Pain and torture are scattered all around like a scathe
At times one may find gracious moments like a spathe
Death comes to humans like end to see and aftermath
So life from beginning to an end remains but a warpath
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright Nov 2020 Love Remains