Aquiline Poem by Naveed Khalid

Must I of my darkened days to some rivulet blue,
Drown an eye that of erased looks to my mind still,
A foul fawning bay at my door, bewails the night;
Not least to account for love in the mellowing year of spring,
Of woe-begone all thoughts to a poor wretch like me,
That in whose country rhymes so sickening a desire in ill-omen,
Oft such rags of time make haste in my bed of crimson joy:
Adieu! adieu! I needest no soft murmurings in sweet-scented silence.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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