Naveed Khalid Poems

When I look at a star of hallow'd fire,
along with pen-pricked angels;
that by love of musings o'er the dale,
and his wilful shutting of the eye,
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What needst I this mirror that to my sightless view
Brings forth nothing but what I write of my own shadow;
Of what I can ne'er see, you have loved more than I,
And e'ery falling star in snowflakes to my mind still,
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My eyes are close to the image,
erased in surging chaos of the cosmos;
and my pen writes him again
on the same wall
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When I am at a loss for words,
I look at a shooting star,
how by night befalls the sky;
and a thought comes into my mind
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And there by love my mind in waking hour
Where I my reckoning days most count;
And in numberless blessings will abound
The inner reality of your Being, too dear,
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Lord! me, too, hath passed that age of crimson joy,
That grows to eternal bliss in silent hours of the night;
More blessed by what I write, of wanton looks that boy
Than by looking more, so porous as the eyes, such darling insight
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You're but the presager of mine eye, more eloquent!
Of timeless tide her love of burning gold;
And in words, too, hath served the painter's art,
What oft by ghastly night is marked by thee,
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Me thought no fair aspect by time's devouring hand,
That to my decaying form of mortal look in cold repose;
Else in white bier by what I write to my eyes so blind
Than e'ery fair from thy fairest brow in ne'er ending night
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No mortal look to my love have I
That in Hades of a star,
This world of thy most high deserts
Against the wall to my eyes so blind by what I write,
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I know not that word by name
I call you but Father;
and in a ray of light revealed,
the star of your holy night,
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