I ne'er knew that heart-rending night
of his far-fetch'd sky;
and what by love this world,
oft so stirring in stillness of the mind,
a 'dance of happy shades' before the sun
of dust-trodden feet in worn-out time,
I count them each at e'ery step of the way,
the-good-old-little children of the book.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Thursday, November 21,2013 6: 55: 34 PM
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