Faith Is Path Of Thorns

Faith is like passing through the path of thorns
But without being his dress torn or being inured
This is how a faithful survives and just adorns
Against all non believers who are heretic ,absurd

Faith is a force which conquers all and sundry
It blooms in pure heart and its fragrance be felt
Staunch believer enjoys the status to be free
Hence with his eyes every hard rock just to melt

Faith is a crown worn by fortune from fortunate
A true believer cherishes his essence and grace
A true lover is true believer being just passionate
His feet remains on petals from pace to pace

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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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