Harbinger Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of impeding shadow this world beside
my shipwrecked dreams,
that in waste of words to bloody tyrant time,
I still hold dear her enchanting slogans of disparity
o'er the wall on high in the mellowing year of spring,
oft marked by what I write by the sweat of thy brow,
too deep for woe my darkened days to some rivulet blue,
barred of such looks so fair that elbow room by thee alone:
that in fair aspect of cold repose to my decaying form abides,
that crow's quill of unhindered scope to light, love and beauty.


(C) Naveed Khalid

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