Crow Eaters Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

Thus, love that bids me go the way of all flesh,
Ere beauty's look besmeared more with time,
That e'en sickness broods on thy sweet-scented silence;
To mourn e'ery checked note of my dropping pulse,
Oft vacant of such empty vessels by the sea-ashore,
Of what in my anchored rhyme still abides by thee alone:
Not least to weigh the air in waste of words, my mind,
Alas, too shall but fade away by a fleeting shadow.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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