The Parents

When pillars are broken building is to drop
With their support roof remains at the top
With their strength destination is to hop
With out them every effort is to flop

Parents are but real mercy of God
In their presence one remains like a lord
But when they leave then no one is to guard
The house then becomes the haven of fraud

Their strength remains in their sacrifice
In their presence virtue never becomes vice
By their pattern they are good and nice
For their services they never claim price

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow

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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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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Most philosophies of the world equate parental blessings to heaven, so true.

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