Jasmine I Poem by Naveed Khalid

This world is nothing but a mirror
of what I can see not through mind's eye,
such subtle thought in reverse reflexion
goes blind of his own shadow:
e'ery fair face that grows by day's toil
of yonder looks, thy gilded monument astounds;
and reflects not in vain words her Beulah's night,
that uncharted depths of beauty alone
hath rent this star by two lovers dead!
I still am looking, looking in thy abode
that love of my unforgettable times,
will but remind you of this that I know not
what unseen hand or eye would bring to the page,
printed twice, lost in the whorlwind of empty sands,
far removed from all vicissitudes of the sky,
the very image of you, eyeless, I love most.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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