THE POET AND ITS VERSE

HOME TORTURE

Her enchanting eyes,

Her melody voice;

Her hairs movement in the air-

And dear full swing of hand-

To make new sketch in the wind;

Her play, for catching the butterflies

Her tone in the sorrow voice;

Quiver tweets in happiness

Always new verse and call

How you are happy at all?

But that all was before us

She don't want to go home, only rush

She was tortured by own

They want her to stay home tide

And don't be stronger for get your right.

2014 SADDAM HUSEN

THE POET AND ITS VERSE

No legion or religion can hold my vision

Any legislative can't cease my verse

Born free I am a motion

No language or nation can bind my fluctuation.

I am petals of dear flowers

I have fragrant of sweetness

But I lived it for other

For little happiness

And for world peremptoriness

Balm for Your Soul 

Every feeling is real 
It is new but effectively true 
Now track my every wreck 
This vital virtue could not control by any rescue.
Feel my ultimate jealousy
for your standing by others end 
whether he is your friend 
I just want a walk, hand in hand with you.
You are unrestrictive elusive
you are not here yet luring
Fast stimulation for your curing 
Violent-nascent, hollow-shadow, hard to spend moments few.

UNTITLED

Let me meet you
In Life's sorrows and joys
all my nights and days

With you - in every cheer and strife
to live Life with you
as my rising sun and dazzling moon

You and I alone filling the void
sharing one another's vision

Head on your shoulder
  Palm in your hand
 I share my dreams

no feasible fear for being departure                 
upper from all earthly uncouth bonds 
let snatched all foes and ends wreck.