A Strayed Straw

A Strayed Straw short poem

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I am like a strayed straw
Wind may take me along
Life is like a beggar’s bra
Before birth is a death song

Helplessness is in the breed
Which crops up like a seed
Nothing is known to me indeed
How can a weakling plead

With open options in hand
I may sail with the wind
By making castles on sand
How can the dwellers pretend

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Muhammad Khalid Khan

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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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