When of such thoughts, not yet thought, I think,
Nor by words are dress'd up in my mind;
I lose sight of you, that with my thought is wed,
And let fly on wings of poesy thy Muse:
Always against me myself to prove,
Uselessly lying unto me those white lies
Which by senseless notions of thy book,
Are still, rest content, unread on this page;
But nothing more of you to understand I approve,
Than to deny your whole Being of my company,
So that I deny you of this nonsense verse
I have ever writ to fill the emptiness of my mind.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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