Naveed Khalid Poems

That beaker full of heart's desire can never fill,
For as long as there are stars in the sky,
Or men on earth live by thy waking dream;
Nor no one can ever escape thy love,
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Oh! my mind is still catching up with those flies,
you had them all lined up in your beaker full,
wild hovering demons were ready to let out
the mystery of your being, but before I could know
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Of such subtle reality this world,
that e'erything seems but a far-off cry,
no eyes can see beyond the sunrise;
of darkened days my shipwrecked dreams,
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Full glorious sun of our common affairs
is but a mere fallacy of old,
besmeared in worn-out time
of woe-begone days my shipwrecked dreams,
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Shall I but make thee e'ery throbbing beat
of untamed heart and cold,
that becharms the skies to a close afraid;
so fairly lost sight of rose-coloured glasses,
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No, I'll not least be moved
by what to thy lost memory
of another's plight made new;
a church bell at the door
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See! how else I so fairly lost sight of thee,
that e'ery loving grace
of surpassing wit thy brow,
that becharms the skies
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I'd never let you get away with this,
no matter whichever way you think;
and have my words by the sun,
that no where but in my verse thy presence,
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No, needest not I such flawed assumptions
of the mind,
much toiled by day's labour in worn-out time,
seems but a far-off cry beyond the sunrise,
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Shall I but keep posting a star of wallaby hunches
o'er the wall on high,
so to speak of woe-begone days,
my shipwrecked dreams upon the sand dunes,
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