Naveed Khalid Poems

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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Your fancy roams about the world
like you think you know
how to be alone that bewailing night asleep;
so off-hand to my sightless view,
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Hear ye not full-throttle song of a thrush
that in wild ecstasy of pure heaven,
small boats that assail with no destiny in sight;
this world of my shipwrecked dreams
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Must I hide from eternals this world,
of eyes so blind to unending night,
that in full bright summer her beauty's fair,
half-so-ill, distempered brain to my mind still
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While the world asleep, quite unawares
of vague quirks of the mind,
that by counting more in prayers;
from out of no where arise, arise,
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Of woe-begone days that by love too deep
her violet blues in the grey evening,
of eyes so blind beyond the sunrise;
to e'er melting snow my shipwrecked dreams,
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Thus, by far more this world I deny thee most,
of woe-begone days that bewailing night asleep,
Some scope this dream too shall find;
when I could hear the church bell toll at my door,
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No, not I that in wild ecstasy of pure heaven,
of eclipsed doom to bloody tyrant time,
o'ershadowed by night under the archangel's brow;
of darkened days my shipwrecked dream,
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Must I hide from eternals this world,
that in shape, colour, scheme or thing
of lost memory to another's plight;
not least be worthy of thy perusal,
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