What in words thy Muse hath brought to light
is but by thy heavenly stars inspir'd,
which for enough too long thy mirror hath served;
that without my reflection, a lasting gaze
through those spectacles of a man-in-the-moon,
in whose eye, no one dare look when you look;
nor not a word can write without direction,
unless in revelation from the other world,
you pour forth a dream, that never comes true,
but from first to last a mind's journey begins
from yellow-pages of history, back to the beehive.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Monday, October 29,2012 2: 21: 36 PM
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