The Royal Nativity Poem by Naveed Khalid

This world that of erased looks to my mind still
Of another rent at midnight lease in waking hour;
Against all else, too, shall but in precious minutes waste,
More temperate than e'erything that grows to eternal bliss,
A hallowed ring in deep azure at twelfth hour of the night,
Enwrought with the star of thy most high deserts
To unhindered scope of light through e'ery pouring shadow,
Uneclipsed of e'ery fair from thy fairest brow, my love,
Hath beset many a maiden garden ere thine unweird eye:
Of wanton tapestry at thy throne Her Excellency the Queen,
Oft sits brooding o'er the dale with darling buds of May;
Barefooted you tread the mundane shell under the canopy of a hut,
Above the mantle piece where the picture hangs by the wall,
I could see the crow's quill beside, of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown,

(C) Naveed Khalid

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