Caprice Poem by Amgad Samy

A long beard man with wonted slowness
Passing the never ending days and nights
Automatically doing his quotidian rituals
A robot embodied his weary bones
Watching the dreary mornings
Competing the gray cloudy evenings
Thinking of his mundane existence
Memories were evoked like burning flames
Global theories weren't on his cards
The battle deep inside him became acrimonious
His unendurable ship was sinking in the shallows
Was the coffin ready for a hapless corpse?
Would any gravestone welcome his name with bitterness?
With no record of a dead man, days chased nights
No secrets were needed to be concealed by the darkness
Just a familiar man sitting obscured by the shadows
Nothing to ponder over except a fishing rod in his hands
Was the idea of quitting wretchedness worth coherent reasons?
Not being aconscientious man in words and deeds
He was only rejuvenated thanks to his odd caprice.