Velocity Of Life

Velocity Of Life short poem

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Life is like bubbles in drizzling rain
So, transitory in nature but full of pain
Broken chain in chain less chain
All loss terms hurriedly into gaiTraged
Without destination fast running train
With intensity makes sane insane
Bruises of heart taken over by brain
Love seems crippled by all disdain
Death queen to flourish life prince is to slain
Soul is nothing but extension of main
Life is nothing but stress and strain

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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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Simple and beautiful at the same time short and sweet!

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