I am in two minds with equal measure apart,
From what I think on thee;
That none has enough wits to prove
What oft I deny thee most,
The first in his own right- -
Not least can claim I- -
To whom the second best abides,
My love of either's woe:
All, too, but subverts itself to nothing
More than by what I write
Of ages that are dead in summer's prime,
To beweep my outcast state
Of another rent at midnight lease,
This change with e'ery changing eye
Against time's waking hour.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Tuesday, October 07,2014 7: 50: 23 PM
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