Beauty Dances

Beauty dances on her face
She is a flower from beautiful race
Graceful gait from face to face
No one else be able to trace
If you come across in case
You may not be able to face

Touch Me Not opens closes
She carries fragrance of roses
Light in her shape exposes
Wherever she goes, bulldozes
Her eyes intoxicate with dozes
This is how her beauty poses

What a spark of light is she
One can not be able to see
What its ultimate could be
From eternal sandal tree
Since my love has no plea
Hence beauty declares decree

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I did Masters in English Language and Literature, LLB, Masters in Educational Administration from University of the Punjab Lahore, I also did Masters in TEFL (Applied Linguistics) and Diploma in Teaching English as an International Language under the auspices of British Council and American Center. I served in PAKISTAN ARMY as an English Instructor .I am a poet and writer. I remained Editor of Pakistan Army Journal, Pakistan Defense Review, Army Green Book and The Rising Crescent..., I published my three books in English Poetry namely Feelings, Chains of Life and Golden Glow..Poetry is my passion not profession
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