On Steep Ridge Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

On Steep Ridge
Do not tell the rivals about broken relations
It will be just infamy and stigma on our love
Let be the truth remain hidden under curtains
My love let the killing hand under the glove

Rest assure blood when flows becomes clot
To tell entire reality and to pursue the truth
I am the savior of love I don't mind if forgot
I will take every insult still to feel just sooth

Please pray whenever you pass by my grave
So that my open eyes should close with image
But do not forget my heart will aspire, crave
All alone remembering you on the steep ridge

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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