Lapis Lazuli Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

Oh, woman of such plaintive looks,
a secret winding-stair unfolds,
many a broken heart to a close afraid,
all dressed up in her thought, my mind,
of so darkly drowned enigma of yore dream,
too deep for woe by the sweat of thy brow
beyond whom no one can see,
of wrinkled lip in my spilt words:
much too strained note in wreckage of a nerve,
bedtime stories tell between her lip and desire,
to account for love of thy most high deserts,
that crow's quill in yellow-pages of history.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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