Beauty to Grace
Your whispering of love in my ear tinkle as song
These moments will be most powerful in my life
Rest assure my love to each other we do belong
I do not care even if you cut in pieces with knife
Love is a sharp blunt weapon which never stops
It kills lover in such a way that he is unable to cry
One has to carry his cross till end for the real hops
And remains on that till he sees the truth on sky
Love, crazy love makes one to march to grandeur
Where pain and pleasure to wait to just embrace
Beauty is to take, to touch after never ending endure
This is how love under cover of beauty is to grace
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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