Sanctuary Poem by Naveed Khalid

Sanctuary



Of such frivolities to speak I have no wits,
Nor my body aligns to a mast-shaft at north;
every fawning bay at my door to drown an eye, unused to flow,
through looks more bright than by what I write,
of thy unattended presence o'er the wall on high;
that to my well contented day be still
of another rent at midnight lease in waking hour:
A brain-drain of all in the debris of ruined ashes,
the quill at thy brow can prick no more,
the thought that arise in a fabric of day-dreams,
a death-like trance to my living memory
of my mother's departed song in sweet-scented letters.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Sunday, October 19,2014 6: 01: 42 PM

Thursday, October 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: mother
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