On Poetry Poem by Naveed Khalid

There is a bird on wings,
and he has never found solace,
that in the world by time;
nor by love his beauty,
by Jove, can move me more;
but what by mind is writ ashore,
all for sake of poetry;
when a loitering star by night
pays homage to the moon
in ebb and flow the world beside,
a helping hand in sea of troubles,
is printed, printed upon the page.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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