Lines Written On Darien Peak Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

Oft have I visited that museum along the corridor
under the canopy of a hut;
a little above the archway
through the staircase window of the wall,
that tree-trunk of cut-out branches for a mural;
or an off-shootof our forefathers' heir at arm's distance,
serves a winding path unto the top of the hill,
wherefrom a clear picture of the fedora of your dream,
I could see you sit still brooding o'er the dale;
apart from all the panorama of this world:
a broccoli, beneath the bed of crimson joy,
the deep rooted stigmata of her vineyard
would spread leaves of autumn in nurslings of immortality;
all wrapped in wrinkled lip of cow's parsely,
my lady's poster beside the nest of hoarding banners,
they say, bespeaks her enchanting slogans of disparity- -
while a chariot-sun drags a wheel to the door,
stuck up in a rut of stalked mud from the homeland;
my feet half-sunk in stony ripples by the sea-ashore,
enwrought with the star of thy most high deserts:
the crow's quill in thy hand, too, shall move afoot
towards a mast-shaft of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: September 14,2014.