Of untamed heart and cold thy most high deserts,
that from the debris of ruined ashes to titanic visions afar,
this enigma of your dream goes loitering around the world;
I've not enough strength to bear the burden of thy yoke too dear,
to catch up with those flies you'd them beaker full
of our unmet desires in full bright summer;
above a fire-hurst in thy e'erlasting love o'er the lagoon:
I could see them making castles in the air by the sweat of thy brow
ah, too soon shall fade this crippled countenance to my decaying form abides;
that crow's quill of plumed hat on knees in ruffled feathers,
of smokey suburbs by the shabby island under the canopy of a hut.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Tuesday, April 07,2015 6: 43: 27 PM
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