Naveed Khalid Poems

Of such bewitching looks to my mind still
thy iron frame, hangs a picture by the wall,
of a village girl against a pastoral background,
that e'ery falling star in winter cold
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Love of pure heart full of lovely things,
that abound by thee alone,
behind the corner of that street
a man to meet of soaring thumb impressions,
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Mere one look of love oft makes bright my days,
that in whose enchanting slogans of disparity,
of pounding heart her bedtime stories tell;
places far-off beyond the sunrise this world forlorn,
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O ye say not that our Lord is preparing
a meal or two for another dull round of day,
that by the time in seraph wings of gold,
I hath writ e'ery flower upon a barren heath
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Know ye not in fair aspect of cold repose,
that by fair means foul, flawed in e'erything,
this world of romantic indignation,
too, but corrupts the mind of eyes so blind,
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The setting sun in drowsy numbness
goes to bed but of late,
beside the oak tree among freshly sown seeds,
full ripe gourd of some hazel-nuts in my account;
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When you reflect a world of light
in the mirror,
not a shadow your eyes cast,
nor no image!
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Thus, dissolve, drop a hint or two
that in thy footsteps
is printed, printed
e'ery flower upon a barren heath
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Of chiseled bones my heart needs no mending,
that through such unaccustomed looks,
weary with toil of passion worn,
speak not unto me of days that are gone,
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See! how coarse my days of lost memory to another's plight
that becharm the skies in seraph wings of gold,
of white bier to brave thine holy eyen;
that in secret influence comment in nurslings of immortality,
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