Amen! Amen! Poem by Naveed Khalid

Where am I? that e'ery stumbled feet
beyond the sunrise,
at measured distance from afar
this world in nurslings of immortality,
hung aloft the ghastly night,
I still behold my age-old love of glorious days;
heaven-ward bent thy iron car at matilda's farm:
some shadow fell from myrtle in summer's prime,
beside the windowsill o'er the wall on high;
I think thee better off my mind, my love,
ere in the mellowing year of spring,
away from e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
opes a garden unto my unweird eyen,
that crow on wings, on wings,
to my shipwrecked dreams,
hath a hold me height in heaven's high bower.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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