How so vaguely hid away from my view this world,
That with all its presences no such matters;
And in the reality of things I can feel in my bones
What a dog am I who sees not his Master!
The sun is on his course to so many lovely things,
Full array'd in line with time's unfathomable sea,
Not yet drown'd in imaginable space of my mind;
But what still lies beyond the bliss of five senses,
His love of cold repose in all encompassing eye,
Of looks more blessed, be in need of a belated sight
Than what by stars you behold in the night sky,
Not in the mirror, stands witness to thy beauty alone.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Wednesday, December 04,2013 2: 15: 21 PM
*(Previous title Hallucination Revised)
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