O not in false pretense of vague impressions,
That of hidden meanings unfold in my verse;
Nor by what you think I deny thee so,
Makes no sense! Greek to me this romantic indignation- -
This trance of unmet desires in phantasmal reflex,
Hath rendered numb my untam'd heart, and cold
His untaught feeling by pen-prick'd angels;
And which by poetry alone hath madden'd the world:
No! none of these can e'er find worthy of thy perusal,
Save what still burns before the sun in hallow'd fire,
His unconquered love be but in ecstasy of heaven.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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