Wallaby - Poem by Naveed Khalid
See! how this world in reality
of the mind,
still through studded feelings arise, arise,
meted out of proportion in disfigured form
thy haggard bones, pebbles and stones
by the ocean sink this darkly drowned enigma
of yore dream o'er the dale,
ah, pays homage to the setting sun,
that crow's quill of foul fawning bay at my door,
of cut-out trees in the rainforest with pen-pricked angels,
apart from where you tread the mundane shell,
heaven-ward bent that soldier's grave unknown,
from another shore to arise, to suffer by thee alone
against a plumed hat on knees in ruffled feathers,
a horse-on-saddle at his knee touched the ground,
of ten thousand and one Jewel that bewailing night asleep.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Wednesday, October 28,2015 4: 49: 21 PM
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