Sonata Poem by Naveed Khalid

Wherefore oft thy rhyming feet are decked ashore,
That many moons ago I hath tread without thee;
And not least Sun's eye can e'er underscore
What still lies beneath world's unfolding sea:
A jocund dance turns to the west her mild wind,
'Til of such complaints I hear you from afar,
Which but to disgrace our long worn-out mind,
For heaven's sake best in place of a star!
The dream that awakes us early morn each day,
By beauty's looks beguile e'ery throbbing beat,
Thy heart will grow in numbers more that day;
Lo! a throne beset in thy own conceit:
Ah, thus of more bent to thy age-old bed,
I lie low, lowly t'be laid by high heaven's head.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Saturday, February 08,2014 1: 28: 55 PM