Fire In Me

Fire in me takes me to burn
My heart my soul in real trance
Path of love takes no return
I have to take this love chance

My passion has all love colors
My sentiments are breeze in spring
My soul is ready to dance on altars
Your sweet fragrance is in string

Don’t debar to vehemently praise
Your wonderful beauty on its extreme
Which with a touch may just blaze
Me in front of real love beam

You stir in me like a burning fire
I may turn in to ashes my dear love
But till last breath I will aspire
For your beauty my innocent dove

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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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