Of such subtle reality this world,
that e'erything seems but a far-off cry,
no eyes can see beyond the sunrise;
of darkened days my shipwrecked dreams,
besmeared with time in winter cold,
I still behold as marigold in autumn!
of unattended looks in silent hours of soliloquy,
e'ery flower upon a barren heath at sunset,
becharms the skies in loving grace of thy most high deserts,
full glorious sun of our common affairs ere thine unweird eyen:
no dark can e'er illumine under the Archangel's brow,
that crow's quill of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Friday, November 06,2015 5: 14: 33 PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem