This mark of love if by error removed from thee,
that without thy presence alone,
else be in simple fold my vain endeavour
upon world's e'er effacing page;
but who'd read? who has eyes enough to read
what in mind's eye I still behold,
darkly lit in bewailing night asleep;
and that ceremony of a star,
oft bestow'd by thy graceful ease,
would bespeak of virgin mother born,
her bridal song in high heavens.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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by Naveed Khalid

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