Santa Claus Poem by Naveed Khalid

Not in grandiose of that horizon in deep azure,
what lies buried in a gift box of modern electra,
that by this mark'd journey of the sun alone,
a procession of stars leads the way to Beulah's night;
of what in measur'd distance from afar, thy world;
and where but blue bells hang by the door of long ago,
move on! this dream still needs a bit more treat for the eyes,
I behold him on Eagle wings of my untaught feeling;
hath weav'd a golden chariot for a surprise party:
happy christmas! to a symbolic family on red carpet,
of candle-lit dinners, the table and the evening sky.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Sunday, November 03,2013 3: 55: 09 PM