They do not take care about me being jealous
But they will celebrate my death, remember
Hence they want to keep me always in crisis
They will remember when wind will whisper
People try to stop my light with little palm
They think they can stop my path to tread
With their bad intentions can they be calm
I will remain alive but, they will just be dead
MY Muse is strong who carries me along
Beauty is anxious to love and to celebrate
My beloved to you I do but really belong
My love is strong and beauty is moderate
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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