The Rossetta Stone Poem by Naveed Khalid

Must I of such thought that first arise in my mind,
Of erased looks to the world through e'eryday happenings
To my eyes so blind in fair aspect of cold repose;
More bright to illumine, my love, to unhindered scope of light
Than e'ery vain thing in vain words bereft of sight,
Away from out of dark, oft unlooked by what I write,
I fain would love to claim ere thine unweird eye:
Then, that you know not where least I find thee more so,
Of thy unattended presence to fill the page in waking hour;
E'ery flower upon a barren heath in hurtlings of past woe
Against all odds, all vicissitudes of the sky in graceful ease;
I stand apart from all the panorama that abides by thee alone,
Unaccounted for what abounds in nurslings of immortality,
More blest of ages that are dead under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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