House Martin I Poem by Naveed Khalid

House Martin

No sooner than he looked in the mirror
of thine eye, against the wall from on high,
took the reflection for himself, and fell
from the pedestal of thy throne, Master!
but who can e'er see without thy presence,
decked above in deep azure of Falcon's ring;
always on wings of time thy star-lit sky,
unhinder'd by whate'er comes in sight of thee;
and most probably that perfect moment,
when everything is still in sunburnt eyes,
that beauty's face brings forth a light so pure
from heaven, at the expense of nature,
which long since hath fled by house martin's wing,
will never return from thy love of another:
the world stands alone in reverse reflexion,
whence first step he tread along the seashore,
all boats let loose their strings from anchor'd rhyme;
while I to whom this song bestow'd with grace,
pluck'd by more beats be played upon at thy feet
than that folk tale of the harp can afford.


(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: January 29,2013