Boas Poem by Naveed Khalid

Not least have I e'er found worthy of thy perusal
of what hath pass'd o'er in a twilight dream,
that in consuming fire of unmet desires;
engulfed with hallucination of the mind,
took me o'er, me not myself to claim
against this world forlorn through rose-coloured glasses,
I still am looking, looking at e'ery step of the way
ere in the morning dew her eyes be wet:
apart from where you see in thy presence alone,
of darkened days my shipwrecked dreams ere thine unweird eyen.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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