Abstraction Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

So now where oft the mind is stirred,
so sickening to the bones my love,
goes loitering around the world;
else in simple fold my vain endeavour,
that by thought is bound by thee,
my words against myself to prove virtuous
than I in thy diminished sense of being,
brings forth nothing but to my sightless view
this world, with disdainful look I most despise
the remembrance of past woe in dismal shades,
hath darkened my days of painted sky at break of day.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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