Naveed Khalid Poems

Of golden tress his hair
upon the sand dunes,
that in silent hours of soliloquy,
plays tricks of old in the back of my mind,
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I know not whither, from off
to thy lost memory,
that in dismal shades of age-old grey,
what time in the mellowing year of spring,
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See! how this world in reality
of the mind,
still through studded feelings arise, arise,
meted out of proportion in disfigured form
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Oft am I swayed by this novice feeling,
that in seraph wings of gold,
abides by a promising land of fairies;
privy of a secret beyond the sunrise,
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Some dry leaves of book in autumn,
heaven-ward bent,
beneath the sheer taut surface, a broccoli,
along the pavement of cow parsley,
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Am I only here to make a show,
and who is looking that by eyes
hath hid himself behind the mirror?
but this world to see through his eye,
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O ye speak not unto me of days that are gone
in silent hours of soliloquy,
no heart can afford from off thy ancient lyre
these yellow-pages of history to e'ery pelted grave
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Of mud-feet in snow, engulfed with
some hallucination of the mind,
no dark can e'er illumine in skipped beats
of my untamed heart and cold where I stand,
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You need no man's art, nor no man's work
Best fits in thy nature of things;
But what by love is writ,
Oft bestow'd by Poet's pen,
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How can you know but unless I tell you?
All my heart and mind in clouds of rain,
Old stars shed tears to thy keen ear, my love,
A dumb fool! to whom no word is enough,
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