Jasmine Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

Jasmine Ii



What needest I in much too wreckage of a nerve
this strained note,
of eyes so blind beyond the sunrise,
her enchanting slogans of disparity,
of woe-begone days in waste of words, my mind,
still catching up with those flies you'd them beaker full
of snow-capped myrtle under the Archangel's brow
hath rent at midnight lease in waking hour
e'ery flower upon a barren heath this world
of my shipwrecked dreams to becharm the skies
of thy most high deserts with pen-pricked angels,
that fair youth in whose love each day I live, each night die;
of golden tress his hair upon the sand dunes, my love,
seekest no revenge in time's tickling toes that tolls the bell
at my door of hundred years from hence,
I most my heart hath fed in nurslings of immortality.


(C) Naveed Khalid

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