Internal Conflict Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

I can't reconcile with the ideas of world
Where beggary seems innocence with herald
Where bad intentions are neatly furled
Human tricks have been beautifully curled

What is this world and what is panorama
Every true story is portrayed like drama
All those who are sensible remain in trauma
People with clean heart and eyes are in coma

Something tears me in pieces bit by bit
I am in trouble with my internal conflict
Only solace comes from God to tell and hit
From fear to contenment it is great shift


Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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