Iman Sadikeen Poems

Confined and bound to traditions and norms.

Accustomed I be to one way of life,
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Baring your canines
You stare at me
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From somewhere unknown
penetrated the rays of sunlight
the dreary and dark cell of hers
not darker than them, the ones
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Painted with lies are the world's eyes
Repellent are to her sight,
all that are good and right.
An Unruly house but this world is
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Fallen leaves, beneath a barren tree
Once flourished with blossoms and seeds
hope, does it have?
A season to grow, to bloom in prime?
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Set not much on a frail human heart
Fails it does more than needed for ones own part
Dallied he with a dame pouring love of flirtatious art
When the conquest be gained, his tone spelt only tart
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Mystic mountain peak
Enshrouded by jungle deep
A misty white shawl adorned
Concealing the glamour
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Slightering about walls this cent- footed being,
One hundred feet or tongues ponder I over its deeds
Smallish and concealing from keen sight of search
Its prominence so trivial at a glance had you seen
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A sign, a gesture received unknown
From whence I wonder
The mate I treasure
or the fiend with a conspiring mind
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My baby cries in her silvery eyes
Drop after drop, staining her pinky face
Every dropp that streams holding what?
I wish I did know to tell!
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