When there was no curtain between us and God My mamma, the one I feel her love on the world stage And my daddy, the one I am in rapport with in Heavens My mamma had to raise her three babies Had she looked in the mirror, she would have seen herself being a child
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I buy and sell poems They are as precious as an old rug indeed So many memories are hidden I collected I don’t mind even my memory is mistaken I don’t differentiate between old and new poems I find humans and myself The laughter is echoed in their scream Sometimes my childhood returns Sometimes a
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A man with an odd appearance asked for a loaf of bread I have not got money to give you but I have a poem here Grocer Husmen Agha was perplexed first Then he liked this way of barter Poems have gone to ISTANBUL and became famous Yavuz was the name of the poet
As he was leaving the house he thought Of the Istanbul mornings smelling redbud They used to smell nice while turning purple and green The sound of the rattle arrived before the yoghurt seller Then he greeted an old and exhausted porter Carrying the world on his shoulder He gave him a shoulder
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O life, say what do you want to utter last Nobody could know about the essence of this business Happiness, sorrow, and whatever else is lingering over there The roads full of suffering would drag on to reach its final destination You go ahead and say the last You might not see the tomorrow’s
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aswemovedawaywewereclose as we get closer<———->a clift we were a tale at one point between existence and nonexistence we bloomed so many thorns out of season without a twilight we withered so many days at our heart in how many moments we consumed ourselves not to say how many we shot the sun in
I don’t know why my nights haven’t received a rain! The lips got offended by my syllables, even for a prayer … I don’t know why the spring has not visited my seasons! And why the rain has not showered on my nights… Now the days when I god soaked linger in my
The tune of music is like an instant medicine As if it is a time machine I am a traveler of another levels I never get off the dance floor before the dance is over As I fly my partner in my arms Her costume will shine and flame As I take steps and walk
Is this the right time, For painting the sky,, Clouds in blue, For adding love to colors, *** Is it the right time, For painting freely, For adding colors to stars, *** Yes master, sooner rather than later, Before the color of stars gets pale, Let us paint the world in blue, For the
You seemed like a piece of a puzzle Your lines looked the same, your colors though were different. As if that were not enough, you were so difficult By being torn apart in a mild gust You were so fragile as if you were about to fall apart. At every turn, fearlessly, tirelessly I had
