Iman Sadikeen Poems
The Weaver Of Dreams
A weaver of vivid dreams she be,
Spinning them with the yarn of despair,
Knots them she does with blind hopes,
Conjuring a life of warmth and care.
Could she not, this beautiful pattern adorn?
Wishes thus the maiden's sighing heart!
A Sinful Courtship
Court I did, the dark selfed demon
Wedded I was, to his evil
Sins, his children that I begot
Grew them I, in multitudes of lies
As my last breath escapes from me lips
Stand they before me, clinging to me soul.