Brownies With Apple Tarts Poem by Naveed Khalid

No thought so insidious that in wild ecstasy
of pure heaven,
bereaved of e'ery fair from thy fairest brow;
I find no scope that in my writings less,
which too but corrupts the mind
this world that shows not half thy part,
else in full abundance of thy presence alone;
e'erything seems a far-off cry beyond the sunrise:
my shipwrecked dreams of wanton looks
away from what lies buried in yellow-pages of history!
oft becharms the skies of eclipsed doom to bloody tyrant time
e'ery flower upon a barren heath beside the bed of oak,
ere in the mellowing year of spring,
that crow on wings, on wings no dark can e'er illumine
so off-hand to my sightless view against the harvest moon,
beneath the sheer taut surface, a broccoli,
makes wither of ages that are dead upon the mundane shell,
some such snowflakes of golden tress his hair
upon the sand dunes,
my love of seventy winters have thy November.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Saturday, December 19,2015 12: 19: 42 PM
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