Abstract Woman Poem by Naveed Khalid

My Muse in waste of words
hath lost all meaning,
all sense of purpose;
and what use this art,
this craft of a woman,
whose love is but for a moment,
shut out from the world,
I think things through her curious eye;
but there is nothing that I image forth
except her garment of a tatter'd soul.


(C) Naveed Khalid

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