I Still Continue To Walk

And as you see or do not see my friend I continue to walk It matters very little to me what has been said against me This being clearly said here I am a bedouin on the hardly being taken road I am a warrior whose feet are his blade and sword I walk with little talk resting at one time Harkening at another with my heart looking out east and west south and north I stand up when I fall and continue to walk up and up as a flying bird who carries his nest in his heart along I walk and listen to the songs of life not knowing if I should cry or sing I walk, my friend, I definitely walk till I meet my smiling fate and find the garden of spring. — Chokri Omri (Tunisia, May 2021)