Anecdotes Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of parting words in time's devouring hand that writ
this embassage to my love so blind,
away from high heavens in the late evening;
of mud-feet in haystack and straw this world,
ah, through e'ery loving grace bereft of sight;
beside the oak weary day's passing hour,
of golden tress his hair upon the sand dunes,
stretched across the horizon in deep azure:
the eagle on wings, on wings still musing o'er the dale;
of darkened earth's infernal grave my shipwrecked dreams,
pricked with a furr coat in the cellar-barn her departed look;
old folks sit brooding, our bedtime stories tell
under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
of furrowed fields in the harvest moon
thy iron car at Matilda's farm,
no heart can afford from off thy ancient lyre,
be my only woe e'ery flower upon a barren heath
in my bed of crimson joy.;
down that road a rugged path of smokey suburbs
by the shabby island,
our little john, in nurslings of immortality
oft leaves me in dismay unto thy most high deserts forlorn.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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