The Rock Of Suicide Is Still Over There Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Undoubtedly I stare at That Rock of suicide if not With my eyes, but With my mind Simply because I am faraway From it now... This rock is still there Although those strong waves Keep hitting it continuously, but Without removing it at all... Many people have come and Many others have gone, but It's still over there... It's not just a hard rock, but Its insistence to be only and Its persistence to remain for ever... It just watches us by day and By night making fun of us... We, as human beings, meddle with A lot of good and a lot of bad Things just to get headaches While this rock distances itself From all that bothers it anytime... This rock is still over there Telling us of many things that Happen to those people who hide Themselves inside it for many And many reasons anytime... Many people have fled their Pretty homes just to take asylum In countries that are faraway... People have gone away looking for Another safer haven, but The pretty rock is still over there Witnessing about what will happen To those who are still over there... Nobody knows if the whole people Will leave their homeland or Something else will be seen... Anyhow this pretty and hard rock Will remain for ever and ever waiting And waiting for new-comers or for The pretty return of those who just left... A rock remains to be, but A human being looks for another life... It is impossible for a mountain to Meet with another mountain, but It is possible for a man to meet with Another on anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... Life itself witnesses on a human being's Faults when leaving one's house for any Reasons during any sudden occasions while A hard rock is still over there deep-rooted Even in the worst events of our ugly life... ______________________________________________________________________