Or how else you dwell in mine eye,
that in season's breathless rhyme
you fill my waking hour;
and what in my verse I can ne'er reveal,
this world that needs more love,
goes soaring high in eternal silence;
but for want of a star,
needs no witness in thy name alone;
nor I in whose dream o'er the dale,
of waiting and bewailing night asleep,
you through such secret looks steal
this sky, this earth, this world.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Monday, October 07,2013 8: 17: 36 PM
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