Alma Matter Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of what I know not but to thee suffice
that half-baked masonry's night,
makes wither e'ery flower upon a barren heath;
for of such false schemes in flaunt flemingo,
no dark can e'er illumine my shipwrecked dreams
ere in thy graceful ease this world I confide,
that grows old, giddy, cold and numb
of novice feeling that shows not half thy part:
a dilemma of unsolved mystery to my reckoning days
be made to play a hunch for the parade!
awhile but to think of how they led me
through the door in rosemary garden
of hundred years from hence, heaven-ward bent
of woeful song beside the bed of oak
e'ery falling star in winter cold
along the pavement of cow-parsley,
some such snowflakes of eclipsed doom
to bloody tyrant time, our little john,
that day of unaltered eye upon the sand dunes.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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