Nightingale's Song Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

How can you know but unless I tell you?
All my heart and mind in clouds of rain,
Old stars shed tears to thy keen ear, my love,
A dumb fool! to whom no word is enough,
No thought matters to thee except what I weave,
Deaf and blind in my verse to the lasting day- -
A wing'd victory o'er my sweet voice in the wind,
Which if I could sing that to the bird's wing,
I need not follow thy tread feet in my rhymes;
Nor my song be stringing along thy mute muse,
That thy unsung chorus soars high in heaven,
And be my only delight in times of eternal night.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created:
Saturday, December 15,2012 5: 08: 14 PM