By: Mahinour Tawfik

Like east and west is awake and conscious
The power of mind couldn’t be less ominous
If the slave transcends taking over his master
Swirling back and forth from before to after

When all but now is a sense of illusion
Deriving its power from pleasure or pain
So fragile the mind is to abide the confusion
Of an identity derived from phantom of remains

Inattentive to the truth in this whirlwind
Handing over its limitless power
To the thought feasting upon one’s mind
Cause its survival commands it to devour

For a moment I stepped from this battlefield
Not only aware of the events but conscious
Neither aiming an arrow nor holding shield
Not a convict not a victim but an anonymous

I’ve seen the master handing over the reign
Since then misery has dwelt the kingdom
Like the thoughts that took hold of the brain
Remorsing the past pleading future for freedom