Naveed Khalid

Verger's Tale Of A Tub - Poem by Naveed Khalid

No thought so insidious that to my mind still,
begets the wind of her apparels in spring,
half so off-hand at Minerva's golden brow,
of unhindered scope this world beside
at sunset of the evening sky,
hath love-sick thought on thee,
that crow's quill of my shipwrecked dreams;
that in the mellowing year to e'er melting snow,
needest no light in the backyard of my garden,
where e'ery flower upon a barren heath in worn-out time,
too but steals looks from my bed of crimson joy,
the bonanza of yore drifting dream amiss.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Tuesday, September 15,2015 6: 15: 56 PM

* Rewritten with readership of the mind.

Topic(s) of this poem: verse

Form: Ballad

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 16, 2015

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