Oft I feel, and feel to fill my heart with love
Of beauty's belligerent smile that corrupts the mind,
Of bewitching looks such lichens of desire in ill-omen
To a fell hand by what I write through e'ery pouring shadow;
More blest of ages that are dead to my eyes so blind
Than this world of affairs hath e'ery fair from thy fairest brow,
Uneclipsed of unattended presence in nurslings of immortality:
Unlooked for love my Lord's light ere thine unweird eye,
Of no darkling insights to bewail the night, my love,
Against time's tickling toes to thy most high deserts in modern electra;
Remains but a tag romantic, indignation of a genius you!
Else in simple fold my vain endeavour through e'eryday happenings:
I behold titanic visions from afar in optical illusion,
Under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree, still burning! burning!
(C) Naveed Khalid
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