I do not know whether death is action or reflection
Because neither life nor death has got perfection
At times hatred takes over and eats up attraction
No one in the world can help me in my selection
Death is but extension of life in some other shape
Life stands for nothing but a set of rape after rape
Valiant dare to take but cowards go for the escape
Life is what a crushed shape of good juicy grape
Love and hatred are shapes of discarded events
We are in world only on rents for few of the cents
My heart at tragedies at times weeps and laments
Man has nothing in hand but his feelings and intents
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow
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