She has promised not to leave me alone
But in a hurry she is leaving me for ever
I have become a stone not to weep, moan
Whether I was a stupid or she was clever
She used to praise my eyes for our dreams
Now even eyes have gone waste for good
Leaving nothing she has taken her beams
Now I am confined to my own box of wood
I can feel her pain my heart is totally bruised
I can I reach her to tell her truth and reveal
I am cursing my self and the day introduced
To the deadly song of fate and to put a seal
Now I will embrace her in my dreams if possible
Now I will see her image in me in front of mirror
Being my own counsel I will report to my angel
I know that to be on altar I have to take my altar
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden glow
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