Child's Garden Of Verses Poem by Naveed Khalid

Bless'd be thy gracious Muse,
That in thy company a rose!
Full array'd beams of soft gleam,
When the child in sleep brings forth
A heavenly smile of the other world
In raptures of his blush'd dreams.

But O! a cup of stars to drink!
This world is not made for thee,
Nor light that awakens the skies at morn;
Where a soring thumb sticks out his head
Through every canker of mandrake roots,
And a gush of wind from the north blows.

Ah! those flowers in rosemary garden,
Among autumn leaves be lowly laid;
For there is a divine cemetery at the heart
Of everyone, who hath ever liv'd to die,
While in death's trance is bestow'd life eternal,
Love is but a shadow of our belov'd Poet.

(C) Naveed Khalid

Copy Rights (C) 2012.
All Rights Reserved.

Date Created: Thursday, September 27,2012 4: 20: 11 PM