Flirt To Hurt Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

What type of girl she is nothing but flirt
On one pretext or another she is to hurt
Dancing swan, she is wearing white skirt
She makes me to see she keeps me alert

In the company of friends she leaves alone
I have to bear the brunt of a difficult time
I am on a stone while she keeps the throne
What is the taste of sin what is price of crime

Please do not play with my heart so tender
Be mine for a while I want to see you but all
Have a close look at me I am of your color
Once we were the lovers if you call to recall

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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