Easter Poem by Naveed Khalid

All that lives in the mind, love, lives not in vain,
Nor this sickness to the bones in death-like trance,
And in decrepit tongue to commune with men of old;
The days that are gone, bereaved of light in infernal grave,
That world of celestial angels oft I write,
Our Leo Africanus in Hades of a star,
We all are bound to deliver ahead of time,
Where e'erything abounds with eternity, the bell tolls at my door!
Must I prepare a meal or two by my mother beside,
The hibiscus that grow at the gallows of thy feet,
Digs deep down the treasure trove, are freshly sown,
Today, too, shall wither soon as the sunset by the sea,
Of a vanished sight, goes down and down the road
To heaven-ward bent, above the star to follow,
Same as a child is found catching the firefiles,
Many a maiden gardens beset before his eyes,
Round the clock e'ery passing minute in waste hands of time,
Unheard, unwept, unread moves afoot in solemn silence,
Of spilt words thy golden bough under the Archangel's brow.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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