Chaise Lounge Chalet Poem by Naveed Khalid

On Sunday prayers, they stood at the door,
all too many at a stretch,
waiting to hear the church bell toll;
so deafening to the ear her modern electra,
communion with men of old
to my eyes so blind that day of unaltered eye,
a charioteer hath passed this way;
her novice feeling to fill my heart with love,
of full-arrayed ribbons against the bolted sky,
I could see e'ery fig leaf in autumn wind,
and a rainbow on top of the tree,
the stars ashore bear witness to thee,
that in secret influence comment
to my father beside,
a soldier's grave unknown,
still looking to the corner of street forty-seven,
soon as a host of crowd from out of nowhere,
too, but stampeded the throne,
of our Lord, The King...The King...!

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Tuesday, December 23,2014 4: 50: 16 PM