Leave Not My Hand Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I AM SAD LIKE A CLOUD. I AM A DROP IN A HAND, BUT I AM NOT BAD ENOUGH WHAT I HAD. I LIKE TO BE SAD WHEN NIGHT TIME LIKES TO ADD MORE AND MORE TO THE SAD. I WAS BORN SAD AND THAT WHAT I HAD BEFORE I HAD ARRIVED . IN MY GOOD sand A GOOD FRIEND SHOOK HAND NOT IN HIS OWN sand. I AM NOT AT A CORNER'S END BUT I STEP ON A HIGH LAND I AM NOT FROM HOLLAND I AM STRONG WITH THE UPPER HAND. DO NOT LEAVE MY HAND, BUT LEND ME A HAND TO BUILD A good BAND IN THE REALM'S END. A PASSING CLOUD RAIN A DROP IN MY HAND NOW IT'S THE END . DO NOT LEAVE MY HAND BECAUSE I NEED YOUR HAND TO BUILD A good BAND IN A SQUARE LAND READY FOR A GOOD HAND. I SEE MYSELF WALK IN THE SAND WHERE NO RAIN OR A CLOUD. LEAVE NOT MY HAND FOR I NEED YOUR GOOD HAND TO HAVE A GOOD band. ONLY I NEED YOU TO SHAKE HAND.