Who hath ever lived to see
such dreams of wild ecstasy?
that in the mirror of thine eyes
this house of show would never end;
nor would I be but a shadow
under Hades of some lone bark of a tree:
see! a treasure of gold,
he writes with his wings of poesy,
and hide! there's a line upon the world,
for he who sees it among the living dead,
be one more in hope to be.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Friday, August 31,2012 12: 39: 30 PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem