My Love My Moon

I am like a pheasant enamored by moon
Who is attracted to moon for its beauty
Let me play with the streaks with its tune
Let me be out of horizons to be just free
Moon from centuries is loved by lovers
Which is desired to be time and again
Distances keep them always on altars
Love is but matter of heart not of brain
My love my moon Let me just praise
Your lovely beauty with heart and soul
Your beauty makes me daze and gaze
My destination ,destiny and my goal

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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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