Fleur-De-Lis - Poem by Saddam Husen
I saw a portrait of mine
on that wall which was shine;
the frame was gold plated
and picture was absolute fine.
I have a beautiful human nest
at where is all luxury and rest;
Elegance aura, beautiful view and cute moon
everything which, for a man, is best.
But here I am painfully restless
I always saw my dark shadowy face;
which laugh at me and shake me-
'Coward! You! You had left FLEUR-de-LIS.
In heavy rain and thunder
only look you with eyes wonder;
under that usual tree, dreaming
but you left her, with deep scar.
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