Oh self,
We shouldn’t be rough,
Yet, we need
To stand up face to face,
In clarity;
In no haze,
Logic and mind should be
Our referee;
Our peace maker,
Nobody will attend
Except our Almighty God.
……
Why are you so lost?
Don’t be gone,
No human will turn
The mirage of a dream
To a tangible reality,
Why are you so sad?
Nobody likes honesty,
Why pain?
Life is so short,
Is it fear
Of departure?
Well, this is your fate,
Or rather a test,
I and you dear self
Almost failed in it.
……
What do you want
For me myself?
Qualities that
No more exist,
Depth of a heart
To dive in,
A spirit which
My eyes wish
To hold tight.
……
No! I want a heart
That is as warm
As mine,
Beside all of this.
My sighs are
So hot that
They burn my laughter,
My blood and tears
Have written my history,
Echoes of fear,
And anxiety
Come back to me,
Can a pigeon
Flee from a hunter’s net? !
Cairo,
July,1992.
(from my first book Women with Wings)
9April 2013
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