The Brine

Injured body full of pain
Being broken soul in vain
Lusty cheeks and glowing peaks
Being refugee when one seeks
Shelter under the curly hair
Of a beauty is not fair
Life is not kiss of a miss
It is pains and pleasures bliss
Then one has to strive to mend
Notorious actions, glorious bend
One has to sip this tasteless wine
Life is journey through the brine

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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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Zahra A.

Life is journey through the brine
Philosophical and simple. Well put.