A Virtual World Poem by Naveed Khalid

To me, this world is not a thing till date,
nor by time but an arrow let fly,
which oft by self-provoking rumours is run
in the vast sphere of an abstract,
so off-hand, invisible to my sightless view,
but very much present in the mind:
my centre of being to be that Man,
whom I have loved for the world,
that I give him these stars of mine eyes
for enough too long that he may see
what is hid from the mirror of his Eyen:
the very world of his own making:
fell from out of his hand like a bubble burst in the early morn,
breaks the first light at dawn with such darling insights;
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown at the cross roads
that altar still to my decaying form abides his tress of golden hair.


(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: October 29,2012.

Title Revised: From A World of Vicious Circle to A virtual world

* Republished from a collection of poems.