THE CRY OF DOORS       

Piles and piles of wood  made doors...
Heaped up on dusty floors .

Yellow, blue and dusky green...
What a pretty hectic scene ?

Doors, the guards of all house halls...
Stacked up in open Malls .

They sell what is dear so cheap...
What a trade they fight to keep .

Strangers selling plates of art...
Who can close the dirty mart?

Art is but a lovely bride...
She is fair to nurse and guide .

Curved doors, the living eyes...
Watched man to fall and rise .

They do share his weal and woes...
While he lives and when he goes .

Fool to cast off cultural art...
Else you are without a heart .

Prof . T. T . Tarhuni

Professor of English Literature, Alfateh University,

Tripoli, 15 April 2008.