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

It is not just a hard rock, but It is more than this... It is that symbol that stands over there Looking upon us differently... We come and go, but It does not come and It never goes... We used to go over there To look at that blue sea that Stands under its feet splashing it With its salty water all the time... The blue sea hugs it and It embraces it anytime... It is eroded by the sea and It is still over there... People go over there When they are totally sad To forget their sadness anytime... It is like a mother to all who have Troubles dealing with life carefully... It stands alone in Winter and It often stands unaccompanied by anyone In that windy Fall... In Springtime and in Summertime It welcomes all people who come over there Looking for their rest anytime... It is not just a huge rock, but It is more than this To those who know it very well... It is still over there, but Some of us or may be a lot of us Are still away looking for other nations To shelter them... It is that distance that separates us From it anytime... We greatly yearn to it Anytime we remember it... It is the Rock of Suicide that Lives inside us unforgotten at all... _____________________________________________________________________