Hedonist Or Disillusion- Poem by Saddam Husen

Slowly and swiftly a drift is running

This rapt is capturing my breathing

Though this maze, raze my veins

Yet I am not trying any rescue.



It has intricate me, although

But ephemerally star fluttes in dark

A manner of coyly appeared for me on me

Hedonist or disillusion is this whim.



Happy at con adore

Sorrow in con amore

Flowing in still lake urge

Quixotic manner is my curb

The entire amenities are very exquisite.