The Laborer
I am by birth a laborer and work for solace
My life is full of trials and tribulations I admit
But do not look down upon me I have grace
I have wonderful light on face I never submit
Please do not take me for granted I do warn
I know the greatness of work and I am pleased
With my relentless efforts my efforts to adorn
I will work ceaselessly before I just go deceased
I have worked for legitimate and will continue
My inner soldier reinvigorates my sweet spirits
I will pursue my efforts through and through
Beauty of my soul surpasses to but metaphysics
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
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