If only I could tell thee how I feel
for thy love,
I would not have to write;
nor you'd read with much difficulty
the mind
that in all-encompassing depths,
brings forth that particle of light:
Large (Head-on) Collider,
from fathom five, of thy battl'd bones,
which seem to have settled on the page,
so porous as the eyes, with stars has burnt;
and while looking up for some engraver,
in the dark corner I've found,
is writing on stones
for fossil records,
to be discovered by poets;
to be one with him alone;
who is as old as nights and days,
divided by time's waste,
but too young for me as if
a newly born day-trotter.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Thursday, July 18,2013 4: 40: 44 PM
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