Those sensations تلك الاحاسيس Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I don't feel myself that I am there and not When I look at a mirror that I am there... I am valueless among Those who don't feel my existence... Who am I to make them feeling me? ! I am not there and I am valueless... I walk like a wanderer in An endless desert Thirsty, hungry, and scared from Tomorrow... I am consisting of some documents In front of them, but My image is out of mind... I am in a strange planet and Perhaps I am not there... Perhaps I am the shadow of a certain man... I feel cold a little bit... I am trembling from fear... Boiled beans and Falafel are my luxurious Meal... I am a shadow, then I am there.............. I am looking for the grain of sand that I lost in that desert which is empty of sands.............. To be my house which I have been looking for............... I will be back to the documents to know who I am.............. Now I know that I was not there.... Perhaps some know me and I am no longer knowing myself... I am looking for myself............. If I find myself, then I will compare myself to my documents... Perhaps that person is me whom I'm looking for..... Perhaps... Perhaps....... Who knows! __________________________________________________________________________________