Naveed Khalid Poems

Ah, me all too weird of this far-fetched sky,
That to my unattended looks of eyes so blind
Ere you know by what cruel hand or eye;
Oft unmoved by what I write to my love
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Of no use in vain words to account for love,
that in largess of some thought
to my decaying form abides,
her lichens of desire in modern electra
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(A Tribute To The Queen)

Not least in precise measure to account for love
of thy most high deserts,
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Methinks not so blind of what in deep azure,
Oft I write to the setting sun by the western isle;
That in hurtlings of past woe to the effulgent sky,
The fabric of subtle thought that I deny thee most,
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Me all too weird of what I write to my eyes so blind,
of stumbled feet her untread dream by the sea ashore,
that e'ery groaning heart but feeds on love
of beauty's prima facie in my aforesaid rhyme;
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Oft am I swayed by this gentle breeze,
That in the mellowing year of spring
Too soon shall fade to some rivulet blue,
Full ripe gourd of some hazel nuts in my account,
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No thought so insidious that in grey matter of the mind,
of unhindered scope this world beside
to eternal bliss at midnight lease in waking hour;
I still behold in false pretense to vague impressions
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Let us not stretch this tale too long,
and where the threads of thought go unchecked;
nor I can weave what is in your mind;
but quite unawares of such suddenness,
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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
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(Inspired by William Blake's painting:
The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed in Sun)

O ye tell me not in mournful numbers of world forlorn,
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