A Stone Doll Poem by Naveed Khalid

A red sock with a straw hat on knees
in ruffled feathers,
strolling, strolling, away from high heavens
this fedora of yore drifting dream amiss,
walks past that street at the cross roads,
while sitting on the bench
beside the river,
I could see that house of old
in worn-out time!
you too can drive back home,
without delay:
check the clock before it is too late,
uneclipsed of e'ery looking eye;
the doors are shut
under the bolted sky, not a word
you can hear,
that tolls the bell in rosemary garden,
hush! hush! e'erytickling toe
of fair weather days in the mellowing spring:
cuckoos sing! in melodious accents I, I
am already gone,
where nothing stirrs the mind
against e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
the wall on high, erased of looks so fair
be my only woe in the late evening;
the world of thy most high deserts
by the sea-ashore,
a star hath rent at midnight lease
of fealty's Apollo that crow on wings, on wings
hath waked me from slumbers deep,
along the bridge of long ago,
the boats are still sailing, sailing,
musing o'er the dale in solemn or strain
this dull rhyme I write thee with love.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday, April 18,2016 3: 31: 15 PM

* Title Revised: From A Stone Doll To A Barbie Doll