Broken Glass Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

Pieces of broken glass are difficult to collect
Knowingly or unknowingly one can just hurt
It is color of blood which is bound to reflect
See with open eyes the result of lover's effort

Beloved if so desire can use blood as vermilion
This is how she be considered married in love
You my fountain of beauty is just my real fortune
I will keep you in my heart, my innocent dove

Love is difficult, beauty can take task onerously
To be in eternal chain is the outcome of class
Love is supreme for all times to remain as piety
At times hard than iron but delicate than glass

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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