a poem by Naveed Khalid, Pakistan

Needest not I in silent hours
of soliloquy,
of veneral amorous her persistent cries
this heart beat that runs in deep sorrows,
hath love of beauty's looks o'er the dale,
the wall on high my shipwrecked dreams,
under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
the sun of our common affairs through e'ery looking eye:
can never illumine of what the stars in secret
influence comment;
of parting hair her stumbled feet upon the sand dunes
at midnight lease this world
of thy most high deserts in the late evening;
oft steal looks from my bed of crimson joy,
untread places far-off beyond the sunrise,
of fair weather days in the mellowing spring,
full ripe gourd of some hazel nuts in my account,
tolls that bell at my d'or of rosemary garden,
against e'ery flower upon a barren heath.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Saturday, June 04, 2016 2:15:49 PM

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