He Haunts Me

He haunts me with his supreme art,
Of tender kindness and agile legs;
He walks to and fro like the tide,
The best of the darkness has you.
One mellow sound from the crypt
Is offering me knowledge of you.
To imagine how learned you are
Is like an important task of great help.
Plenty of knowledge stunts your growth
Like the way people are dwarves.
Liking knowledge is loving it
In the dark and light, in the starry skies.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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