I Don'T Want My Ugly Tent Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I Don'T Want My Ugly Tent



I live in an ugly tent Located somewhere In no man's land because I don't have a pretty house anymore, I live like a homeless Begging for everything Including my pretty dignity, I am no more a human being, but I am like anything left anywhere, I don't have pretty wings To fly away to reach a passing cloud, So it can take me into a good land, I don't have a wind carpet, so I can cross all the borders, I don't have a valid visa To reach that pretty country Without any obstacles, I don't have money To buy a new land, I don't have anything Pretty anymore, I am only a good neighbor of All snakes and scorpions, My friends are different rocks, grains Of sand, and the pretty drops of rain, I am crying like a kid everyday and I am not kidding about this, I am not a bird to fly Next door, but I am helpless, I am merely a piece of that Ugly tent and that tent might Be tomorrow my dark tomb, I don't have a notebook to Write down all about me, I am merely like a piece of rock or A broken piece of hard stone, I am the invisible man Because I can not see anyone anymore, My friends are as follows: 1- My ugly tent, 2- A piece of rock, 3- A piece of hard stone, 4- A grain of sand, 5- A drop of rain, 6- Poisonous snakes, 7- Bad scorpions, 8- A mattress, and 9- A tent's key. Finally, I say proudly: Thank so much, o pretty world!

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