Mustang Poem by Naveed Khalid

Mustang



Shall I but keep posting a star of wallaby hunches
o'er the wall on high,
so to speak of woe-begone days,
my shipwrecked dreams upon the sand dunes,
e'ery passing minute in heaven's high bower;
this world of eclipsed doom to bloody
tyrant time,
that bewailing night asleep:
wide awake from deep inside of unattended looks
no love can hide in waking hour;
of surpassing wit thy brow to eternal bliss,
ah, but to think thee better off my mind,
away from some snowflakes in winter cold
her enchanting slogans of disparity,
a love-sick thought in wattle and daub,
cockerel's crow beside the bed of oak,
of eyes so blind amidst rose-coloured glasses
at sunset of the evening sky,
e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
that to my adversary's most high deserts
shows not half thy part where I
my feet hath tread upon the mundane shell.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Sunday, November 22,2015 6: 10: 45 PM

Sunday, November 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: child,horse
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