The Whole World Inside A Tent Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Now my pretty palace has turned Into an ugly tent. It's hot in the daytime and it's Cold in the nighttime. I put myself in a tent with my Feelings and emotions. I sit on the ground, eat on the Ground, and sleep on the ground. I do not have dreams or visions, But to break the cold ice. I die one thousand and one times Inside and outside of my tent. My friends are some flies and mosquitoes Flying around and bite my poor body. I come and go like a pendulum in Front of my everlasting tent. I am a tent and live in a tent for Ever and ever. History writes its diaries on the Pretty sides of the tent. If I die in my tent, please tell The whole world that someone has Died in the pretty tent of the Whole world.