Under the plane tree
In between the two gates of a little jail
A rebel whisper walks with clipped wings
And the tree of Hippocrates looks frail
A song of a spring piece left in the middle, swings.
Under the plane tree
Socrates was sick with passion for hearing speeches chapter
Divine madness- Theia mania – devours the decadent soul
Cicadas cry hoarse when our eyes are limpid pools of water
One must live with great seriousness like a squirrel or a serious ghoul
Under the plane tree
In between Thessaloniki and Moscow of a big jail
A poet of the universe was shut tight with trimmed hopes
With human landscapes from his country giving him bail
He was in and out of romance and poetry of political slopes
Under the plane tree
People allergic to red colour gets platanus cough
Others follow the poet and a soldier worth 23 cents
On one early morning, a newspaper landed with daily dough
Heart attack is Angina Pectoris did hit him in his heart-tents
Under the plane tree
He wished to be buried in any village cemetery in Anatolia
To guide us all, like a crescent and star in the red sky grand.
To sing the glory of a great chinar tree, I came from the incredible India
With him, let us join hands in love, for world peace on this birds’ island
(To NAZIM HIKMET with love and gratitude)