MOHAMMAD SKATI


A Picnic Inside An Idea - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Go up an up but not to the sky, You are merely a small thing. That does not penetrate into my inner mind. I don't have too much to give, But I am bankrupt or penniless Of everything or anything. Even I don not have eternal dreams All my ideas are useless, so how can I sell them? My ideas vanish like my treasures if I have. I am bankrupt . I do not have ideas to sell. I can not buy others'ideas. I am in a dream, but not one hundred percent. My Capricorn does not come straightforward. I have a little bit, but not too much. When I have I give, but I rarely get. If I catch the beginning of something, I will be in another world. My thoughts hurt me more than anyone else's thoughts. O my God! Help me! Up and up I can not fly too much because my wings don't help and broken. Hopeless and sad I can't have my thoughts work and my pockets always empty. A good luck never on my side, or a good chance is my best friend. I search for people, but I don't find. I look for an answer. but not a single reply. I don't know if I am a loser or a winner! What's the use of losing or winning? I can't be up and up My wings are broken. ONLY MY LIFE IS A PICNIC IN MY INNER IDEA. That's all!


Comments about A Picnic Inside An Idea by MOHAMMAD SKATI

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 5, 2013


[Hata Bildir]