Lord! who can e'er by such vigilant observers
estimate?
what, on earth, is writ in cruel hands of time
through heavenly bodies,
that you know I have come this far,
whence there is no return;
nor in this dark room of void
but a luminous cloud,
enrich'd with exuberant ecstasy
of estrang'd acoustic connections,
I always long for, and e'ery moment counts
before in thought so pure thy word divine,
would emerge from the corner of thine eye.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date: Tuesday, July 16,2013 5: 00: 12 PM
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