Some Words Upon The Windowpane Poem by Naveed Khalid

O ye in whose enchanting slogans of disparity
e'ery fig leaf in autumn wind,
oft in precious minutes waste by Poet's pen,
of what I write to my eyes so blind,
so off-hand to know thee better-off my mind;
more blessed of such thought that in secret influence comment
than if from a bowl of stars you drink, my love,
away from out of sight all the panorama of this world,
of furrowed fields against the harvest moon,
hath brought me to this end from out of the blues in still waters.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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