POEM - ROJİN, Poet - Hasan Ildız
ROJİN
Hasan Ildız (Turkiye)
The picture I wrote my name on
Let it remain on your chest
You'll understand, it's a road story
A joyful spectacle of white and black
Let my hands never tire of hurting
You are an autumn too
The pictures of the wars you lost are on your face
Look, there are the remnants of the years on you.
That year I searched for you
Let it be removed from the years
Let the writings on the wall be covered
Let the camera not zoom in on your eyes
Let Rojın no longer be looking for her
On a long evening news
Let her cry herself to the city as she returns
Let her life be released from where she left the street.
Was hell this close to us
This strange dress
Why are we always wearing it
Why are the bad always with us in the sea/ocean?
I saw your mother, even as she was giving birth to you,
In a place called Mangana,
A few steps ahead,
A black curtain between you and the world,
Your face is cool in the springtime of your homeland.
Don't come here anymore, maybe you'll cry again,
Maybe you'll believe in the existence of heaven again,
The picture I wrote my name on the back of,
Let it remain on your chest,
You'll touch it, you'll remember it in mild times,
I'll be your story about life,
Maybe someone will come, a dead girl,
You'll feel melancholy, you'll sit down and tell it.