By Chimengul Awut
For falling in love,
For remembering and missing,
For grief and sorrow,
For loneliness and hatred,
For listening to a sad song.
For watching a heart touching movie
They write poetry…
For feeling bored or abandoned
For being oppressed
For being loved quietly, there are ones who live like me…
Each and all of them are phenomenal!
Though, in a breath,
The feeling can be exhaled,
I can’t express it in my entire life.
You call me a fool,
Call me crazy
Or stupid …
Still, you take care of me from time to time.
Yet, folks say that I am a poet,
Days pass just like that…
Sometimes, the taste of love is worse than death.
(Translated by Mahinur Gulca, and edited by Kaiser A ÖzHun)