Empty Cartridge Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

One in service cherishes all
Prestige and respect stall install
It is not easy to drag him to wall
Many wait and look for a call

But a retired comes down to earth
People tell him his price and worth
Empty cartridges have no dearth
Die in row before taking rebirth

Salute remains to the rising sun
All bygones are pun for a fun
Without bullets gun can't be a gun
Days start slip just one by one

What is right and what is wrong
Shortened shadows can't be long
In disgust one may sing a song
Let us carry our weaknesses along