Thus, having writ thee of doomed youth
in flaunt flemingo,
thy cherubim Wing no scope shall find,
such acoustic connections of so close thy charms
this world that shows not half thy part, sweet maid,
away from e'ery departed look to my shipwrecked dreams,
that through insensible transitions too but stirrs the mind;
the Eagle on wings, on wings o'er the horizon in deep azure
hath spread the word with pen-pricked angels,
that in full abundance of thy presence alone:
e'ery flower upon a barren heath in my bed of crimson joy;
against all odds, all vicissitudes of the sky to prove thee virtuous,
needest no witness in thy name under the bolted sky,
my love of thy most high deserts thy merit hath won,
paradisaical injunctions in haystack of woods,
of eyes so blind that day from past woes be made new.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Monday, January 04,2016 6: 51: 19 PM
Monday, January 04,2016 6: 53: 46 PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem