A Philosopher's Stone Poem by Naveed Khalid

This mark in the sun that of hallowed fire,
oft is illumined by thirty-six silver angels,
and each by journey through the world can see a fairyland,
a officer's problem, enigma of thy body and soul,
which on equal terms I bring forth unto thine eye;
but the total sum of their disfigured values
I still can count by numbers more among the stars,
where along thy infrastructure you work miracles,
that by whate'er name be put in atoms of thy beauty,
I'd love as much as eleven you have in mind,
except for one missing match by thee alone,
our appointed saviour, I let go, I let go America!

(C)Naveed Khalid

Copy Rights (C)2013.
All Rights Reserved.

*Republished
Date Created: Wednesday, May 15,2013 1: 14: 19 PM

* _, Strictly prohibited!