Srart Of Ride Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

World is a transit camp people come and go
They stay some time vanish in wink of eyebrow
All have their own intentions with a pace slow
What is their objective no one knows though

Some bring women some come all alone
Some come on loan some come to be blown
Some are brought some come at their own
Some become notorious some vanish unknown

World is like a hotel where I have to reside
It is whose choice I may not be able to decide
Me and image of my beloved go side by side
I do not know about the end it is start of ride

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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