Abandon, Abandon Poem by Naveed Khalid

Some dry leaves of book in autumn
beside the bed of oak,
of untread places far-off beyond the sunrise,
that to my mind still her glorious days,
at sunset a star of thy most high deserts;
I still behold to my shipwrecked dreams,
full glorious sun of our common affairs,
no dark can e'er illumine e'ery loving look:
of graceful ease in wrinkled lip a spilt word,
that crow's quill along the pavement of cow parsley,
no love can hide against the harvest moon,
a broccoli, that becharms the skies,
of so vague this imprint of thine holy eyen,
which from a bowl of stars you drink in nurslings of immortality
under the canopy of a hut,
of eyes so blind that soldier's grave unknown.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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