Country Rhymes I Poem by Naveed Khalid

O ye hear not what the stars in secret influence comment,
That in foams of wrath by the sea ashore,
A foul fawning bay at my door of unnerved blood in vein;
Of what I behold all too weird this world at helm of affairs,
Hath rendered numb my novice feeling to fill my heart with love
Of thy most high deserts o'er the wall on high,
Needest no light my reckoning days to illumine more bright;
While in cherished mode of suspended consciousness
The fabric of her day-dreams too soon shall fade
From out of the blues in still waters at sunset of the evening sky,
Oft in dismal shades of age-old grey the sun in deep azure,
Too, but makes haste in my bed of crimson joy
Of e'ery fig leaf in autumn wind with pen-pricked angels,
Fore'er untouched by thee alone in nurslings of immortality,
Down that road under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
I fain would bring to the page by travel tired my pilgrimage to thee.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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