The Grim Reaper

a poem by Naveed Khalid, Pakistan

This world is but a dinning room
of cardboard symbols;
that moves afoot by a subtle thought
of my mind's impromptu,
the reality of your dappl'd things.

that pathway of snaky entwines
at staircase window of the wall on high
hath led me to rosemary garden:
of plucked parsley her love of old,
a table, a chair, a bed of crimson joy,
that crow's quill beside, at sunset of the evening sky,
hath writ this embassage upon the strand of still waters.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Friday, June 05,2015 7: 30: 43 PM

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