Price For Gaze

Let me kiss you on your forehead
My beloved lost moments be not dead
As a token they should be led
Be remembered as well said

I know that with passage of time
Our love will be sin and crime
But do know that in early prime
A flower has to have a rhyme

With surroundings full of fragrance
Where when princess touch the prince
With no hurdles with no fence
Love becomes life long reference

You may forget me in coming days
But your beauty in the shape of rays
Will never lose me in my craze
Life is the price I pay for gaze

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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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