Pharoah Poem by Naveed Khalid

No, sir! I'll not visit you places far-off
beyond the sunrise to Montana, Missouri,
bag-pies of blue-stockings, heaven-ward bent;
tightly knit to my thought her apparels in spring,
of halcyon-days that to my mind still,
a horse-on-saddle at his knee touched the ground,
curtailed behind the corner of that street,
a man-in-the-moon, a mistletoe on his back,
hath laid a path to star-lit night of my shipwrecked dreams
to e'er melting snow that crow's quill of feathered mast-shaft at north,
ere in the grey evening by the sweat of thy brow,
this world beside, that I still play a hunch for the parade.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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