A Real Loss Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I never see myself, I don't see what's around me, I don't hear what's around me, I don't hear myself, I can not utter a single word that pleases, I can not touch my hand, I can not distinguish between what is good And what is bad! Where are my senses? Who am I? I'm a soulless body! It hurts me too much! But my senses are dead! Am I alone? Do all have the same feeling? I have very pretty eyes, but I can not see through them! It's horrible! What about the rest of senses? It's a soulless body, Yes! I don't see... It means that I'm not existing Because I have to see to be, I, with my senses, feel that people miss me And I miss them too, What about If I don't have senses? ! Everything around me is dark, Although I have eyes to see with them, but It's blindness in the hearts, Eyes see, but Hearts are blind! I hear different sounds, so My hearing is different! I have a great pain in my senses and In my body too! Where am I? They think that when you see, When you hear, When touch, When you taste and When you smell that you're existing... You might be existing or You might not be, It's the real loss! To be or not to be Anywhere and everywhere! .............................................I dedicate this poem to all readers global especially to the great American poetessess RACHEL NICHOL and COLLEEN COURTNEY for encouraging me to write.I translated this poem called ' A REAL LOSS ' from its original copy. Thanks. _____________________________________________