Ancient Rhymer

a poem by Naveed Khalid, Pakistan

Must I first depart from this world all woe
against the second best to abide,
of e'ery loving grace thy most high deserts,
no less than I my shipwrecked dreams,
not least be worthy of thy perusal, my love,
of fealty's Apollo at my door in rosemary garden;
of soring thumb impressions that man-in-the-moon:
beside the oak in the late evening of wringkled lip in my spilt words,
e'ery flower upon a barren heath at midnight lease,
above the mundane, a stressed-out note of e'ery skipped beat,
of clay and wattle-made thistles by the stream,
no dark can e'er illumine under the Archangel's brow,
from nowhere arise, arise in haystack of woods,
heaven-ward bent such darling insights,
until nothing stirrs the mind of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown,
half-way between the carpet upon her stumbled feet.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday, February 22,2016 1: 19: 34 PM
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* at 'me' is the rhymer 56 who made me mispell the word 'me' instead of be!

* Gestnent: Chchhaha: vcsal

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