The Prison Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

With out any glorious tangible sash
World is just nothing but totally trash
Every thing is sold if you have cash
Dirty clash happens with dirty crash

A dust bin filled with notorious acts
Lies superseded all civilized pacts
Under garbage are hidden facts
All are false and wicked contracts

For good person it is like prison
With good actions one can won
It is like a dirty priest with nun
All is based on all desires to shun

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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