mohammad skati
A Surrealistic Image
I am not an artist or a philosopher To determine whether this world(ours) Is a surrealistic image or not! I am not so pessimistic, but Let's look around us and judge. A lot of things around us in a mess If not here perhaps there. We cannot hide our eyes or Put our fingers in our ears. The world around us, to some extent, A surrealistic image (painting) . A dream might turn into a nightmare, but A good image still persists. This world is ours-everyone. We share everything in it bad or good. This world is our big house Which has a common thing which is love. If we lose love, we will lose this big house. The modern people name our world A small village. Indeed our world is a small village. No need to have a surrealistic image Hanging over our heads. This world contains some love We share it and strengthen it. Love image is good for us And for our current world. Signs of love should be our guide, and A bad image distributed here and there. Our world needs an image That smiles clear in our minds and hearts. A bad image and a good image mixed, but Then never meet like fire and snow. A surrealistic image persists, but A love image persists too. I am not a philosopher and I never claimed to be, but I am a poet and my poetry contains some philosophy. Before anything else I am a man.
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