Time, Heart And Love Poem by Sajad Meer

As I sat by the briar, begone
Championed in kennel, the dormer
Lighted the enlightened moon
As i regard him, call it Her, the prayer.

Call it the Albert's spine, the time,
As I start to recap the sun
I wore at the hood, call it a rhyme
The first and the last fun.

You saw me smiling at her,
Worried, I sat away, “Why you smile? ”
Call it her, gratitudes murmur
The covers of rust, ever to pile.

As I sat by the briar begone,
Now Nowhere, but everywhere,
The itches fill the dormer-
The magicians, Call it a fear!
Else the glass broke and the giver.

You caught me smiling at her!
The drenches of roses flow apart,
Insane, Lunatic, the titles and a fewer,
Of them just fastened the knot.

Call it a swan, the antics of a Dove,
And many others, and me the rain,
The fresh feathers are the love,
Let me go, oh my gain!

Why you san? the curses arise,
The skylit drops pine,
Let me, to the visit, to rise,
And the feathered wine.

Call it a pearl, the cobblestone,
Which streams code and stamps draw!
Musing and stories, scads unknown,
The pearls, oh! Under the paw.

You caught me sipping grapes,
All along the borders of the ocean,
And dreaming under the soft drapes,
The feathered bottle in the sun.

As I sit under the briar now,
Ever the pleasant ride,
Seven feet package and low,
You caught me sleeping, I won’t hide.

Call it the time, the loner,
For ever , even I sat under the brow,
The time never grew old and never,
You caught me sleeping again and so.