The Angelus - Poem by Naveed Khalid
by Naveed Khalid
Of bewitching looks to my mind still her beauty's face,
That in melting snow to a vanished eye in winter cold,
Me thought fair by fair means foul, flawed in e'erything
Before the sun this world, would reflect not in the mirror;
Nor forsaken love to profane thee I prove my faults more
Than a rose in whose blood oft I my words hath spilled,
Wandered away from where you first cast thy iron-poker:
The drop of vintage alone hastens me to my bed in the morn,
Can but visualize the unforeseen through e'eryday happenings,
Thy age-old monument remains confounded in Beulah's night,
A bunch of stars to collect by the sea at the gallows of thy feet.
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