The Brine Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan
The Brine
Injured body full of pain
Being broken soul in vain
Lusty cheeks and glowing peaks
Being refugee when one seeks
Shelter under the curly hair
Of a beauty is not fair
Life is not kiss of a miss
It is pains and pleasures bliss
Then one has to strive to mend
Notorious actions, glorious bend
One has to sip this tasteless wine
Life is journey through the brine
Col Muhammad Khalid khan
Copyright 2004 Feelings
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