When a black cat purrs at the citadel
of bewitching looks in ill-omen,
her most ardent desire awakes a wonder in thine eye;
that to my mind still my shipwrecked dreams
of broken mast-shaft at north,
oft marked by the sun e'ery fair from thy fairest brow,
shall but be revealed unto this waking hour some such snowflakes
of moon-lit night against a desert titan more bright,
that crow's quill of my love-sick thought on thee,
arise, arise beyond the sunrise to this world forlorn,
of eyes so blind in autumn leaves by the sea-ashore.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Wednesday, April 15,2015 2: 57: 54 PM
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