I saw the spring increasing your haste
in between the warmth of the carnation and the air of the rose
we used to be at no cost. in the visibility range of the plumb branches
we shared acidic rains
as every death is being caught red-handed
so I am that much hurt democracy with the minority rights
we ran away in different directions of the holiday mornings
the kids were avoided to come to these festivities
with the tolerant patience for sharing the ache
we scratched the lime of the turbulence
we didn’t have our bodies. like two meters colliding in the vastness
we formed mythos randomly out of busts
like the inconsistency of the subatomic particles’ leaping up
I just got through to reach beyond my fate
English Translation by Mesut Şenol