Folktale Poem by Naveed Khalid

Mere one look of love oft makes bright my days,
that in whose enchanting slogans of disparity,
of pounding heart her bedtime stories tell;
places far-off beyond the sunrise this world forlorn,
hath outlived this powerful rhyme against that forfeited dark,
where I my feet hath tread above the mundane shell;
among many a woe-begone men when death's toll is too high,
of darkly drowned enigma of yore dream in the grey evening:
ah, but by the sweat of thy brow of departed looks to my mind still,
leaves me in dismay beside a firehurst to think on thee,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown with what I most desire,
contended least, perhaps thus compounded am with clay;
weary with toil in worn-out time such withered leaves of book
by the west wind in autumn ere thine unweird eyen,
of eyes so blind in the debris of ruined ashes,
that crow's quill beside, hath raised me above a funeral pyre.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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