Their Faces In My Mind Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I was one day over there, but I am in a different place right now... Their faces are stored in my mind Simply because I have a good memory That rarely forgets some persons or some things... Their images sometimes dominate My mind because I had known them for a long time... Some of them were good, but Some other images were totally bad... I don't want to mention names Simply because I keep myself good about Well-conduct people only, but The bad ones I intentionally forget them For ever and ever... I was good with everyone Simply because that's the way with me... Good people are very rare, but Bad ones are too many anytime... I don't understand people's behaviors Simply because people hide themselves behind their faces... I don't interfere with people's stuffs Simply because I am polite When it comes to deal with people... My mind is always a white sheet of paper That renews itself everyday Like those pretty waves of a pretty sea, but I don't understand people's minds anytime... People or it's better to say that some people Hide themselves behind their tidy appearances anytime. No one can swim smoothly in others' seas Simply because their seas are dangerous, risky, and high Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... _____________________________________________________________________