You need no man's art, nor no man's work
Best fits in thy nature of things;
But what by love is writ,
Oft bestow'd by Poet's pen,
And by light more blessed
Than thy presence upon this page,
That in silence of the night,
O Nightingale! I set you free
Along the wings of poesy,
My eternal song in three beats
of the heart you sing, you sing!
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created:
Saturday, January 19,2013 2: 59: 34 PM
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