What needest I this mirror that is still,
and oft by looking liking moves
me more to the River where Moses cried and wept,
to see him where he stands in the public eye,
not least by love to eclipse the sun,
far removed from thy brow all mascara of her eyes;
whereby e'ery falling star,
they break loose their oars to thee,
that by misconstrued notions of your mind,
hath rendered numb my novice feeling,
of broken bones thy grave
this sky, this earth, this world.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Thursday, March 27,2014 6: 55: 59 PM
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