That flickering flame of a hundred shadows,
And each star that outshines the golden brow,
Guides me my moving away from the world
Of mirrored eyes stunned by a star-lit night;
That, too, in melting snow still flows through me,
The boat by sunset of the evening sky
To where e'erlasting love by thee alone,
In whorl wind upon the strand of still waters,
Behold! the lark at heaven's gate on wings,
Keeps wide awake the mind at table of thine eye.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Monday, February 10,2014 5: 17: 15 PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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