Elixir Poem by Naveed Khalid

Still I can behold that leafless tree in autumn,
That e'ery falling word against a star in the vaulted sky,
Oft goes unchecked by the world in rustle of the wind,
Such soft murmurings in season's smooth-sailing rhyme,
Tortured by hate, ah, in bitterness sweet of salt mines!
My feet half-sunk beside the lake in stony ripples;
And Poet's pen by what oft stirrs the mind, lies dead,
Cold and crystal diamonds of laurel-wreathe thy myrtle crown,
I write in three beats of unnerved blood in vein,
So sickening to the bones my love by stressed-out note,
Grows old as a halo in Beulah's night around my head,
The stardust coat on a peg of white bier to brave the day,
All her amorous cries echoing back in my ear.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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