A Feather

for Sepideh 

Just as my dream
hears the sound of your steps,
that's when you enter
quietly, quietly on tiptoe.
You crawl under the sheet
like a kitten, your eyes
drinking me in.
Asleep or awake,
you lap the silk of my dreams.
In the moment it takes
to put your arms round my neck,
you're fast asleep on the pillow.
And I, half-asleep, half-awake,
just when I am drained of dreams,
am filled with you and replenished.

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Edrees Najm

I am senior student of English department from Herat University.
and we are supposed to have project about one of poets and introduce him or her to our friends.
therefore; I want to introduce and cite you poem


hi dear friend hope ur fine and i have read all of ur peom and i like it and dear if u can send me some more poem in dari i will be very thankfully from u by take care wish u best waiting for ur reply


Beautiful and wonderful smile 

Mary Robinson

A beautiful tender poem.  I heard Shakila read this and other poems at Grasmere with Mimi Khalvati reading the English translations.  Absolutely brilliant.  A great privilege ot hear Shakila and Mimi.

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