Masquerade Poem by Naveed Khalid

Not least in the morning dew her eyes be wet,
debarr of looks so bright my darkened days
against too vague a vertigo of your dream,
we two shall have eternity knit-together by a subtle thought,
oft marked by love of what you hide from eternals,
ah, in the grey evening star of thy most high deserts,
while all that is writ in thy presence alone,
this world beside to places-far-off beyond the sunrise:
ere in waste of words my mind hath lost all charm in thee,
I'll make hallow of a ring play a hunch for the parade,
too deep for woe at midnight lease in waking hour;
a foul fawning bay at my door with pen-pricked angels,
half-so-dumb, deaf to the ear of eyes so blind,
at break of day arise, arise by the sea-ashore,
away from out of sight to e'er melting snow,
that day of unaltered eye thy gilded monument astounds.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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