Zeitgeist Poem by Naveed Khalid

While where I stood alone amidst the debris of ruined ashes,
brimming with applause of some stray thoughts,
of furrowed fields against the harvest moon;
oft marked by what I write upon the strand of still waters,
that boat beside, of broken mast-shaft at north:
to the west wind in autumn of e'er melting snow,
this world of thy most high deserts at Minerva's golden brow!
else in courting flame her love of eyes so blind
to that forfeited dark in Hades of a star:
I could see from the harbour of eternal silences,
down that road my shipwrecked dreams,
engulfed with all too weird my senses numb
amongst the stars of stigmatised innocence,
too, but slowly drifting away from the sand dunes,
a foul fawning bay at my door, bewails the night
to that day of unaltered eye my e'er living memory:
hath weaved so rich a wand around my head of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown;
ere you know the hand that writ in mournful numbers
e'ery flower upon a barren heath of ages that are dead.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Wednesday, December 31,2014 3: 51: 12 PM
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