Naveed Khalid Poems

Where but in my heart you dwell,
at a supreme seat of emotions,
oft express'd in words
by a sensibility of love;
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Of sweet-scented silence in the mellowing year of spring,
That from summer's eve to season's breathless rhyme;
Oft I beget from high heavens along pen-pricked angels,
So sweetly wed to my thought by the crow's quill, my mind,
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Oft you hold me up all night
from out of bed but of late,
mark'd by vague impressions of poetry
your seraph wings of gold:
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You never let reality define you
by your dreams;
but through love you create
things of beauty:
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So now where oft the mind is stirred,
so sickening to the bones my love,
goes loitering around the world;
else in simple fold my vain endeavour,
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My Muse in waste of words
hath lost all meaning,
all sense of purpose;
and what use this art,
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When that captain sailor, above his head the star,
Moves afoot through titanic visions afar,
Away from all that corrupts the mind;
Not least to fill with high deserts, his last resort,
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Poetry is nothing but to abandon the malpractice
Of brooding evil that corrupts the mind;
And soon as I depart from where he left us in dismay,
Against the mirror of thine eye, marked by soring thumb impressions,
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Of What I can see not through many a starlit night,
Enwrought with my humble ode hath but little scope,
Put against the mirror of thine eye this world;
Apart from where you sow the seed of love or hate,
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Oft that by love of old formed memory
has but beauty's look so fair,
that to my sightless view brings forth
nothing more than what I write,
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