The Princess Is There… The Castle Is Not! ! ! Poem by Wael Karameh

Buried in the mud of work
Meeting the sun for few seconds in the morning …
Coming back late in a hurry…
Doesn’t have time to note the moon…
Her life looking like the story of the Foam…
She will become an old star too soon! ! !

Her jail is moving…
Only in that fixed way:
Work-home
No holidays, no parties
No friends except in the net
In secret she can dream
A poem, chocolate and an inside scream
Is her triangular magic prescription
To “keep on walking”.

The Princess is there… The Castle is not! ! !


Wael Karameh Karameh
November 27,2009.