Chrysanthemum Poem by Naveed Khalid

What more scope needest I this world
that to my mind still,
of beauty's looks beyond the sunrise,
some dry leaves of book in autumn
beneath the sheer taut surface, a broccoli,
a stream that flows to eternal bliss in waking hour,
cuckoos sing o'er the makatea hills
that Cupid's arrow at Minerva's golden brow:
a love-sick thought on thee at sunset of the evening sky
hath made my old days anew, no dark can e'er illumine
more bright than what the stars in secret influence comment,
of ages that are dead upon the sand dunes,
affixed in the constellations a star of thy most high deserts;
I'll move on with such stepping stones, no destiny in sight,
of blackened earth's infernal grave under the canopy of a hut,
that crow's quill beside, of foul fawning bay at my door,
bereaved of light e'ery flower upon a barren heath
of untread feet my shipwrecked dreams,
that day of unaltered eye in my bed of crimson joy.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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