Ghost

Ghost
By:
Mahmoud Ramadan
Translated by:
Hassan Hegazy (Egypt)
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Life is regarded as gates,
To pass a door,
Walking for a while,
You accidentally find another door.
I hope for once
When I walk in a path
Finding it straight,
Without obstacles

Finding ladders leading to heaven,
I grow taller on top
of the highest heaven.

I hope to be able
To bring loved ones from absence
I wish I could be a breeze
in the openness,

Difficult to be prevented by dams.
Outside the scope of questions.

My identity allows me to
pass through all borders,
I feel like being a ghost,
waking up when the morning comes,
I wake up,
sleeping on the cheek of roses.
I hope to be living and not living
But always to be human.