POST BOX

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 you pull round.

I was not in a hurry

We had plenty of time

And I completed you in the end.

My only dream was to take a look for life.

But you were a forbidden picture

You couldn’t be exhibited and shown

For all the world to see, freely.

You wouldn’t be hiding all the time

After all, you wouldn’t fit in.

Neither I was able to take you, nor was able to sell you

And in the and I dropped you

In a disused post box…

 

English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL

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