Naveed Khalid Poems

No more by what you think I can ne'er know,
Such subtle thought in reverse reflexion,
That by e'ery fair face you still behold,
And to my mind hath weaved
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Still I can behold that leafless tree in autumn,
That e'ery falling word against a star in the vaulted sky,
Oft goes unchecked by the world in rustle of the wind,
Such soft murmurings in season's smooth-sailing rhyme,
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(On Yeats' 'Ego Dominus Tuus')

This voice from afar to me but a stranger is,
that by wilderness of the mind in rain forest,
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Should I but of such human vulgarities be part
To play my life's stage to a crippled countenance?
Of sheer scope to die in abundance of thy most high deserts,
That my peers would dispel me with thy unattended presence,
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I think I have lost my voice in still waters
Of forest deep in the valleys wild;
That roaring of the rivers under the hill,
Hath brought me to this end by the sea ashore,
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When all else fades away from thy unweird eye,
And not a shadow less to my eyes so blind;
Of ages that are dead by what I write,
Unaccounted for love of thy most high deserts,
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Me, too, can speak not of what I deny thee most,
That of silence in effect to prevail o'er infinitesimal blessings;
Than by what I write of ages that are dead
To hardly think of this world through e'ery pouring shadow,
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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
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Gracious Muse! lift thine eye from all too dark a night,
Else make beauteous my days through deep a slumber,
Uneclipsed of looks so fair, my mind, no eyes can see,
The inner depth of reality, hid away from out of sight;
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When oft eclipsed of looks so fair, my mind
brings forth nothing but to my sightless view
this world, of virgin-mother born, more beautiful
than e'ery fig leaf upon the golden bough;
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