Dead Poet's Society I Poem by Naveed Khalid

O! give me a heart of such soaring looks
to a far-fetched sky my untread dreams
of smokey suburbs by the shabby island;
I can still behold in stardust of Supernova,
that lone wanderer's bed in star-Y velorum,
to account for love of thy most high deserts
through the staircase window of the wall on high,
above the clover-tops at Minerva's golden brow:
of furrowed fields against the harvest moon
beyond the sunrise the skylark at heaven's gate sing,
ah, but to thee suffice at sunset of the evening sky.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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