Those Pretty Stations In My Life Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I was born to be in this world and I am still alive alive in this ongoing world... I came to this world To be or not to be... I love this world, but I suffer too much in it... I complain from this cruel world - although I love it - Simply because I have my own reasons... There are a lot of ugly thorns In our world which are difficult to avoid them... This world is ours anytime, but We have a lot of pains and we have a lot of sufferings in it... I came to this world only to suffer from everyone and From everything in it... I want something in this world, but I get something else... Although we live in this world to be, but Instead we're in great oblivion... Our world is not a pretty haven for most of us Simply because we are not lucky... We are only in great loss Simply because we are like this... I lack all pretty stations in my life Simply because they are all broke... Days have played their game, so We are tied and without any pretty hope... ______________________________________________________________________