Aborigine Poem by Naveed Khalid

No, sir! no stray thought of strangled looks at midnight lease
can have such voluptuous acmes in the late evening,
of smokey suburbs by the shabby island
against so pressing a note this world,
of veneral amores runs in deep sorrows
that half-baked masonry's night at my door
of rosemary garden,
small minions that arise in powerful surge of the mind:
away from a rustle in the wind the wall on high by two lovers dead
e'ery flower upon a barren heath hath lit the path,
of days that are gone to my shipwrecked dreams in full bright summer!
a broccoli,beneath the bed of crimson joy, a table, a chair,
ah, dear me! of fealty's Apollo in whose age-old love,
beside the oak, thy iron car at Matilda's farm,
needest not in nurslings of immortality upon the sand dunes,
her stumbled feet in haystack and straw,
the eagle on wings, on wings still musing o'er the dale in deep azure,
pricked with a furr coat in the cellar-barn some such snowflakes in winter cold,
a horseshoe in the stable lay barefooted of plumed hat on knees in ruffled feathers, that christmas eve in counting prayers thy blessings more,
of our good old folks under the Archangel's brow,
enwrought with stars of thy most high deserts,
the sky moves on through e'ery looking glass in timeless tide,
the sailing boat is decked ashore in heavens high bower.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday, July 25,2016.5: 60 P.M

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