This world of drifting dream amiss
in my retiring room,
hath lost all charm in thee;
not least can e'er illumine my darkened days
of lost memory to another's plight,
be but one such thing that pelted grave
of my shipwrecked dreams!
bereft of eyes so blind beyond the sunrise,
of departed looks to my mind still,
that day of unaltered eye ere thine unweird eyen.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Wednesday, September 09,2015 9: 01: 10 PM
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