The Bounds Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

The Bounds
My love let me lick my wounds
Do not take me out of the mud
Let us encounter all the bounds
Triumph over sensation in blood

World owes its progress to those
Who do not take reasonable way
Who are always ready to dispose
What is morose and what is gray

Me and you are in a relation of pain
Petals of rose need just dew drops
To bear the strain in every disdain
Whether in desert or mountain tops

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan