A Love Note Poem by Naveed Khalid

I love thee not by the world,
that by a shadow hath fled;
but by the heart I suck more,
a sponge of feelings, cold and numb,
a love note by the bed can move me no more;
nor in restless stars of the mirror,
I behold thee run wild through blood in veins,
a vocal rage against all the panorama,
pack'd in the delirium of thy dream,
many a roses are spread in vain,
and vain is the word upon the window-pane,
of cut-out hearts in the tree, of love's departed song:
this sky, this earth, this wall our common grave.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Friday, December 21,2012 12: 37: 58 AM