Fight Till Last

Fight Till Last short poem

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Life is a trick with interwoven plot
Clever take advantage a lot
Apparently truth seems failed
All good deeds look derailed
Tricky minds proud of all tricks
They feel pride in their pricks
Vice becomes part of drama
Shadows take over panorama
But virtue is it’s own reward
Which never becomes time barred
Love takes over all hatred
When speech becomes well said
Being a soldier will never exhaust
Have the courage, fight till last

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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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