A Soil From Homeland Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of heart so cold and numb
deep down the vein,
thy decaying form to abide,
I grabbed a note
that fell out of hand;
half-so ill, distempered brain,
keeps me wide awake
from out of bed but of late:
more than myself to claim,
while musing o'er the dale
in silent hours of soliloquy,
e'eryliving breath of the world
most abounds in thy presence alone,
my shipwrecked love!
of veneral amores runs in deep
sorrows, yellow-eyed beans
from dust -cover'd page
of thy book,
outspread in leaves of autumn;
pricked with a furr coat
in the cellar-barn,
thy fair lamb in November,
hath this darkly drowned enigma of yore
drifting dream amiss,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown,
hung aloft the ghastly night,
I still behold down the lane
in amber woods,
stands apart from what the star
in secret influence comment
at clover beach, of smokey suburbs
by the shabby island.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Saturday, December 31,2016.2: 51 PM


* Title Revised: From A Soil From Homeland To A Soil From Highland