Ceremonial Poem by Naveed Khalid

What a music of thy anklets I hear!
When you walk, those bells at thy feet
make a sound of insensible transitions;
which not through my lines can be read,
nor by beats of my heart registered;
but a far cry of the maddening crowd
hath brought a hanged fool by the door,
and dragged him down by the hair:
a red-carpet at e'ery step of the way
is laid for my love's lasting dream
of crackling bones at midnight lease;
a few scraps of paper, a table, a chair
burning in haystack of woods,
a bunch of hooligans make a merry-go-round
that bonfire under the canopy of a hut,
you celebrate at the moon with such stepping stones
by the sea-ashore in timeless tide:
her nightlong love upon the sand dunes, oft steal looks
from my bed of crimson joy this world.

(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Tuesday, September 18,2012 at 4: 08: 35
* a poem of 12 lines commended with seven more lines to give it the full scope of imagery behind the poem, rewritten and republished at 5: 58