Regueb, Tunisia
Looking at them carefully
Makes me grow sea sick
But I try to calm my soul
And spirit with songs and hymns
Of Love and Freedom gone.
The cold streets of the city
And the arising fears I see
In the faces of my people
Cannot but dispel those of mine.
Where are the sweet tales told
Down to us from father to son ?
Where are the woods gathered
To withstand this cold of weather
To make it depart for warmth and sun ?
I hope this is enough for division
I hope this is enough for admonition
Looking at them looking at me now
Makes me aimlessly wander and smile
What I continue to keep in my heart
They did forget and they only come
And go and wonder none.
*****
Insane
Have I become
By wanting them
To become sane.
*****
Suppose,
I should ask,
I am now insane,
How to spring back
Those moments of Truth
Those moments of Life
Without Time?
*****
Those are ‘painful moments’ (1)
They make me wonder:
Where am I going?
Life is short
Time is passing
Time is a train
It never stops
It only drops
Fellows like me
In stations
We neither know
Nor stand
*****
I have become insane
Not by their wanting of me
To become insane
But by my wanting of them
To become sane
*****
I look up and say
Life must be up
Life must be elsewhere.
(1) Painful Moments of Sanity have been felt and thought about by American poet ? Edgar Allan Poe.
