I asked in the abstract market
For a smile
You cannot find, they said
It’s not a season for it
Is there a laughter?
No way, it is too unavailable
Who lost it
So that you can find it
How much does love cost?
Its lifespan is short
It’s so perishable, for a long while
We don’t put them on the counter
What do we have in this season?
Ass-kissing, flattery
Lies, slander, fraudulency
Insult, curse, disdain
All of them are both fresh and easy
Abundant in four seasons…
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL