A Wanton Boy Poem by Naveed Khalid

Not for lack of clear insight to my reckoning days,
But which in abundance of thy presence more great, my love,
Than where least I find in much dearth of thy most high deserts,
Full rich content of e'ery flower upon a barren heath;
Fills the page of eyes so blind through my unaltered eye,
Uneclipsed of e'ery fair from thy fairest brow:
This world of thy forfeited dark at break of day arise,
All wrapped in wanton tapestry, my son, in seraph wings of gold;
Brings forth to my sightless view nothing more than what I write
To fill the emptiness of my mind at white's lease in winter cold,
More blessed by such furtive looks than I can afford
Against time's tickling toes in solemn strain this barren rhyme.


(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created on: Wednesday, September 03,2014 2: 58: 06 PM

Title Revised from: A Wanton Boy To A Black Chicken