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Tuesday, 23 July 2024

Surat Al-Baqarah 2.102

When I remove my spectacles and into Heaven's dark mirror cast an abject Copernican gaze
The Cyclopean Moon which receptacles wandered wits in its auto-enucleated eye
Melts into tears- lamenting every blind snowdrop's 'enforced chastity'
Till it Christ behoove, to refrain Love's amaze- so Pity, again, Die. 

Envoi-
 Be it for who, under Zohra's spell, fell into Harut/Marut's Well- or Love's tragic chink in Thisbe's Wall 
 Prince! Who weep in Babylon but expel such Magic as holds enchurched brides in thrall.


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