I, too, am spellbound
by what oft blinds the eye,
I most my eyes hath fed,
darkened from pole to pole
this world of a vanished sight,
that in poetry I discover,
be but blind at arrow's distance;
and in a spec of light, a shadow'd vision hide
from such looks you have of beauty,
where all doors are shut
but thy door,
hath led me to rosemary garden
of damsel's full blown pride,
that stood apart in prime of youth,
her bridle dress of wedded night,
keeps love out of bed but of late.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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