Cuckoo's Song I Poem by Naveed Khalid

Methinks not of thought so insidious this world
all woe,
hath but little scope in less travelled time,
half-measured looks from afar,
her age-old love at midnight lease hath rent
e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
beside the oak, my shipwrecked dreams,
of plucked parsley upon the stand dunes:
no heart can afford in solemn or strain this dull rhyme
of e'ery skipped beat under the Archangel's brow!
against thy most high deserts her stumbled feet,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown,
rest content be oblivion of a host among daffodils,
such darling buds of may in the late evening,
arise, arise, in the morning's pure serene,
the crow on wings, on wings in deep azure
picks crumbs at my windowsill,
of fealty's Apollo at my door, our little john,
still musing o'er the dale in rosemary garden.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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