Alfalfa Poem by Naveed Khalid

Come, let's walk down the road
to a rugged path,
of mud-feet so cold and numb,
my mother-earth beside,
a wheel hath turned another day,
that meeting place in secret to confide;
nothing doing but our ancestors sit,
old folks in greek, fable or allegory,
our bedtime stories tell:
while let the world merry-go-round;
I could hear the church bell toll at my door,
through insensible transitions,
I'll make my hands clasp
to play a hunch for the parade,
ere I say goodbye, goodbye!
against the wall of thy most high deserts,
keeps me wide awake
of night-long love,
with what I most desire,
contended least that day of unaltered eye.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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