Almirah Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of thought so insidious this world in nurslings
of immortality,
from a remote place to hide
a wayfarer's clime in the late evening,
beside the oak thy iron car at Matilda's farm;
of e'ery departed look her stumbled feet upon the sand dunes;
away from high heavens through such stepping stones,
small minions that arise in my mind:
while they led me through the do'r of rosemary garden,
at midnight lease e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
I still behold my shipwrecked dreams under the Archangel's brow;
fair weather days in the mellowing spring against thy most high deserts,
that man-in-the-moon of eyes so blind in full bright summer,
heart's forfeited first musing o'er the dale of white swan's ethereal Wing,
full rich thy charms of fickle foe's fiddle,
untouched graceful ease of woeful song her night-long love,
not least for folly's sake to show thy pride
of what the stars in secret influence comment,
that Christmas eve of snow-capped myrtle in my bed of crimson joy.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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