Immortal Youth Poem by Khoshal Khan Khattak
Immortal Youth
MY two-and-sixty years are flown,
Swift years of sorrow and delight,
And now my hair, no longer black,
Is turned at last a silvery white;
But ah, my heart still young remains,
Unchanged by fortune foul or fair;
And spite of frost and snow, I see
The golden Summer everywhere.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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