Shakespeherian Rag I Poem by Naveed Khalid

Whence else beget my words this light,
but by the oldest star of the next generation;
that in the early morn fills the page,
and with a big bang knocks at the door:
when all night long been reading Shakespeare,
the great heir of fame in electric spirits,
boosts the brain, brings a good news to the world,
what to himself he holds dear; loves her still,
while wrapped in his garment, by looks be loved more
than what is officially filed in the papers,
the day of a midnight summer's dream.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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