FEYZAN KORUR
Crazy Girl
First, The Sky
woke up
Silently
As the sun breaks
down on the water
The flowers rose
and
Welcomed the day
***
The birds flew
To warm up
The sun is no
lesser
In any season
Even in the
middle of the winter
There are traces
of summer
**
The day began
Slowly
The city woke up
With the sound of
machines
The footprints of
Tired crowds
**
There is a rush
Of a crazy girl
on the streets
Read on the news
Somewhere
There are deaths,
injured people
**
Those who forget
to greet each other
On the streets of
the city
People with cold
faces
Quietly escaping
from their pain
**
The sky woke up
The day began
A new day
A crazy girl on
the streets
Helpless and
fearless
Looking for
smiling faces
**
Whereas flowers
Had greeted the
morning
The sun had
creeped into the day
No one noticed
Unkown
Perpetrator
(Faili Meçhul)
The big city
Trapped in four
walls
The people
Escaped inwards
Fear descended
on their footprints
The children
Withdrew from the
streets
Hide and seek
Was once a game
Now people are
hiding and passing through the squares
Unkown
perpetrators
Killing the
unidentified loves
The big city
Silent
Not comfortable
Neither the birds
Nor the trees are
in range
Life bearers
The more they got
hit
The big city
The ruins in the
hearts have increased
My Olive
In the shadow of
the olive tree
I hid, I took
shelter
**
Rain is missing
Yet in this
season
The soil was
moist enough
The tree grew as
much as its roots
The God of
fertility
Shades the
branches on my face
**
How old are you
On the soil you
have hugged?
You have past a century
Maybe we are the
same age
My olive tree
**
My tiredness
Is like the marks
on your body
We are growing
old together
**
I made insence
from your leaves
As the smoke
rises into the sky
I mourned for
your every age
**
I know that when
I set you on fire
I hurt you
We burned
together
On our land
**
God, send your rain
Feed us with your
fertility
It is time
The olive tree
Must turn green
again
Olives on its
branches again
**
We are waiting
With our roots
beyond a century
Mukaddes
One day hennaed
One day with your
coal black hair
You were
seriously wounded because of the war
While bullets are
falling
To the narrow
streets
Your door ajar
Blind bullet hit
your pillow
You cried in long
nights
If your tears
were bullets
They wouldn't
fall on your palms that fast
They closed the
doors on you
They said it is
your destiny to mourn
You felt the pain
It was forbidden
for you to laugh
Most of them were
in love with you
I used to watch
you secretly through torn curtains sister Mukaddes
I too was in love
with your fearless revolt against life
In your high
heels
Walking down the
street
You made hearts
shiver
But it was
forbidden to look at you
Just like you, we
didn't obey the rules
We'd wait for the
wind to lift your skirt
So we'd catch a
glimpse of your cotton white legs even for a moment
Your smile was
hitting the walls of your house
And pouring on
the narrow streets of town
What a storm you
were sister Mukaddes
You were given
the name "whore"
No one had seen
you cry
Everyone was
jelaous of your laugh
You fell into my
mind again
Words are racing
on the tip of my tongue
How hard to
explain your beautiful skin
Love was painful
for your soul
You kept brewing
in rebellion
Nine out of ten laughter
were "whore"
The unfading rose
of war
With thorns stuck
in your soul sister Mukaddes
Sometimes you
made love with memories
And sometimes
cursed in pain
With your
combative soul
You flew to
freedom with broken wings
Oh sister
Mukaddes, you came to the world at the wrong time
You should have
come at the present time
Then you wouldn't
be named as a whore
Short skirts are
now fashionable
I haven't yet met
anyone more beautiful
I still am in
love with you
FEYZAN KORUR
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