When oft the sun from nowhere arise,
Of what in beauty's look but you suffice,
That I can ne'er be, thy love no more;
Nor by what capacity of Poet's mind,
Methinks not in vain of thy unattend'd presence,
For what in yellow leaves of thy age-old book,
I still behold thee in youth's eternal hour;
And through such overtly seminal works,
One day that I, too, shall cease to be
Before all else fades away from thine eye,
This world alone bears witness to thee.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Wednesday, October 30,2013 4: 17: 48 PM
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