Blissful Innocence Poem by Naveed Khalid

Should I more of my adversaries be part,
that to play a hunch for the parade,
e'ery looking eye of drifting dream amiss,
gold be thy beauty's fair love of made,
more temperate than darling buds of may
against the world of thy most high deserts;
of clay and wattle-made thistles by the stream
along the pavement of cow parsley between her lip and desire:
I most my heart hath fed in nurslings of immortality,
where blue-bells hang by the wall of wanton tapestry at thy throne.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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