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 couple of tears stream
My lines are deathless
My memories become unforgettable
They are to live
I say, it doesn’t matter
New or old poems
I say, let them stay in my soul chamber.
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL