Dreamland Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

When, my Lord, from dust shall raise,
worn-out by time my old days anew,
of barren rhyme this deserted time,
that to my well-contented day be still
of a hundred shadows by thy grave;
and so by night a star,
wide awake from deep inside
unto e'er changing world;
by travel tired my pilgrimage to thee
will end all heartaches and desires,
sickening to the bones, my love,
foiled in dust-covered page of thy book.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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